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.
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