The Anvil and The Forge

  For my Butterfly   Sunday, February 14, 2021   I Opened my Eyes   I opened my eyes and woke To find the back of your soft neck, Full of ancient beauty that broke The magnitude of love to a speck.   Your hands hold this elegance With tender strength and grace, Comprised of a smile and elements Full of the spheres wrapped in lace.   Red and magenta colored pounding You bravely go into aching tenderness, Allowing the crashing and the sounding Waves to wash over you in endurance.   Your strength is laid on its bed Released to be restored in peace, You walk exposed and revealed, led With resting eyes you decrease.   When time has stopped therein We pause to recollect, that Tomorrow will have been, The place where we have always sat.   Veiled secrets we find together, Uncover the mysteries we discover, Anything we can weather, In the splendors of the deep we recover.   In fields of crystals and gems We pack these truth

  Touching the Void   I shuffle to the end of the earth, My toes suspend on the edge, Universe surrounds me in a black birth, Particles drift past in silent pledge. Reaching out my hand, fingers dripping forth.   Disintegration of affected cells, Evaporation of self into space, Drawn in to waves of chimes of bells, That hang with soft grace, I wake to leave the broken shell.   Awareness is hiding like a stray cat, In the alley of dumped trash cans, Finding the eternal moment life went splat, Disguised in a messy cabinet of pans, Undistinguished chatter comes last.   Energy swirls in strange light, Unknown breath exhales out Of my lungs with forced plight, Aching to reroute A new ascension of angled flight.   I must venture out to the void, Where the unknow is the place to go, For therein lies the overjoyed, Of finding self and low, That which darkness destroyed.   Repair me and I will feel Your presence in the shadows,