Sangreal - something new for you

I'm encouraged to see many hits, page views, from all parts of the world checking my new entries this week!  My birthday is in a couple of days, I'm feeling the return to my solar home in my birthchart and here's a new entry.  I want to post more proems here.  This one 'Sangreal' is really the essence of me...I wrote it on the beach, a hot day today.

    Sangreal

You knew I was moonstruck

Not endearingly crazy

And like that song

I just might be the lunatic

You’re looking for.

I wear my age like a badge of courage

Excited as a child

With a discovery of a new wrinkle

In my skin. Truly –

I look in the mirror

Amazed at my refection

Hoping I can always see.

Thanks for my mobility –

I practice, rejoice in movement,

Run as fast as I can

Remembering the gladness

Of young legs and bare feet running

Leaving puffs of footprints

On a dusty country lane in summer.

Booze, cigarettes – these adult things

Are gone long ago and far away

In my quest for transparency,

Craving purity in my body,

To be clear minded like a vessel –

I search for that holy grail.

What about lovemaking?

Yes, I love you.

Not just wanting to be with you

Or to be a part of you.

Not needing a twin flame or soul mate,

Or better half, or life partner.

I want to be you,

Become you and you become me.

We’ll be in touch with all sides

That way – we’ll be one

And oneness is the ultimate result

For everything.

Remember what the secret of the holy grail is?

It is not the answer we seek

But to ask the right questions

To each other.

I pull you to me –

Drawn by my tides of emotion,

By an embracing lunar kiss

But there is method in my madness –

Detachment is hurtful

And is not the same as freedom.

Know I love you

And you are free

But I’ll always pull you to me

Away from heavy Earth

To weightless heights of heavens’ body

Because I’m a moon child

And not endearingly crazy.

One of my fave places, a beach near my home.

Hush Pretty Baby - today's thoughts

I created this proem while I was at the beach this afternoon.  A sunny day, written after a swim.  I've disabled comments although page views are visible and always more frequent just after I post a new blog, so thanks!    This is in memory and with hope.

Hush Pretty Baby

I searched for you

In swirled vibrant neon rose

And pastel lavender clouds

Of a sunset at Spring equinox.

I tracked your messages

In ever increasing light

Where small town hotels

Embraced us with mountainous arms

To nestle in emerald rain, -

And smooth valley ghost roads

Led south in June’s mist.

I missed you as I followed symbols –

Icons like road maps

And signs with your initials

Leading me on, to find you.

We walked on the bridge,

Along steel rails, a wide melting ribbon

Below us, a liquid memory of hills

With white sunshine massaging our drained eyes

As we looked up at parting clouds, briefly

A shielded hope in shades of blue.

I wondered if this was the place you sensed

Distant trains vibrating the metal guard rails.

I found you, connected in a room dark

With infant beginnings while skies outside

Could not hold soaked air another minute

And released clear metallic pearls heavily,

Steadily upon the roof of our hushed refuge.

I saw your head just barely thrown back

When I spoke, - you like the guy in an armchair

For that ad about amplified speakers

Where his hair is blown back with sound

And I knew you recognized something

In my voice, a wave length

And the night was a dream –

High spirited, tender, noble – a gift

From ancient ones who granted a corridor

Of metal and rain and such brilliant green

To bathe our vision in comfort

Of chlorophyll and oxygen breathed

With sighs of relief, no more jagged crying.

We left, created distance

On a fortunate turn

Winding along silver listening water

As I whispered your name

Near the place of jeweled skin.

We backtracked, driving through a place

Of pastures never ending, where baby llamas

With clean coats of fleecy beige

Curiously watched this single car, briefly

From their heavenly playground of new tall grass.

This was new green, this was new life

And for the first time

I understood our true code

                                                Rewritten, spoken with love in fields of paradise.

A photo with my cellphone yesterday - a linden tree, fragrant in bloom with butterfly - in my yard.