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winter alone calls out:</p><p id="ec5f"><i>I am nothingness No more but the light of longing stars and not the dust of forgotten lore sentient dreams awakened perceive, your angelic pose through cosmic time and warmth.</i></p><p id="7690">Heart without form. Madness without genius Scratching on prison walls betrothed by the storm befall rain and thunderous applause. But now I see moonbows crisscrossing against a sunset sky — mountain peaks kissed as rock blushes a maroon-pink longing, moaning silences undone against the backdrop of coyote nights.</p><p id="9eff">We scream at the abyss That never roars back. As our lips form truth, as blood trickles upon nails etching ancient truths, into our Blombos cave walls And tongue-lightening finds rippling down our plasmonic verse of whirling obstreperous plights.</p><p id="1734">Let us celebrate this moment. Let us let go of the absurd. Let the rust flake away — as the darkness comes, when we have finally given all ourselves to each other.</p><p id="12ab">I know what lies beyond tomorrow as fireflies light our way Bodies one, Minds finally unafraid. Hidden smiles and words, our fingers know too well, as we dance upon the Moon. The shadows away like Indian grass For I know in those dimples those brown eyes,</p><p id="e04e">the song of sirens breach infinities tattered walls within a single fight they ca

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me to show us treachery in time — echoing endlessly through through the matrix of an entangled night.</p><p id="10c3">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2023</p><p id="c542">If you enjoyed this poem, you might also want to read:</p><div id="78ba" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/an-atom-struck-by-love-88f7bf15867e"> <div> <div> <h2>An Atom Struck by Love</h2> <div><h3>A poem about seeking those deeper things in existence</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*7qFN1gkeyPIQA-XA)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="2ca8" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/supernovae-nights-1c38ffe9ea38"> <div> <div> <h2>Supernovae Nights</h2> <div><h3>A poem about passion and longing</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*aWhYhzUrCVd5lAVz)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

We dance upon the lunar heart and speak the name of eternity

Every photon is a poem. Every pixel, a hope sent to the stars, to the black canvas where song was sculpted from lips, reaches across time to unbutton my shirt. As your succulent hands, like an ocean, dancing splashing against a mossy rock, of numbing mystery and unraveling lighthouse beam chastity, almost burned out.

Guide me Guide me Across your seas Guide me Guide me O! Mermaid dreams.

As talons clatter Against bedpost cage Unleashing fractal poetry in every atom of my body.

The lens knows your beauty As that smile reaches Beyond the page, reaching Within to unveil eternity In twilight pose. As you sing the muse’s song And light the path that once Held so dark.

No more No more No more I moan. Gasping for air.

The way through endless squalls I see, light upon Arctic tern wings The voice of winter alone calls out:

I am nothingness No more but the light of longing stars and not the dust of forgotten lore sentient dreams awakened perceive, your angelic pose through cosmic time and warmth.

Heart without form. Madness without genius Scratching on prison walls betrothed by the storm befall rain and thunderous applause. But now I see moonbows crisscrossing against a sunset sky — mountain peaks kissed as rock blushes a maroon-pink longing, moaning silences undone against the backdrop of coyote nights.

We scream at the abyss That never roars back. As our lips form truth, as blood trickles upon nails etching ancient truths, into our Blombos cave walls And tongue-lightening finds rippling down our plasmonic verse of whirling obstreperous plights.

Let us celebrate this moment. Let us let go of the absurd. Let the rust flake away — as the darkness comes, when we have finally given all ourselves to each other.

I know what lies beyond tomorrow as fireflies light our way Bodies one, Minds finally unafraid. Hidden smiles and words, our fingers know too well, as we dance upon the Moon. The shadows away like Indian grass For I know in those dimples those brown eyes,

the song of sirens breach infinities tattered walls within a single fight they came to show us treachery in time — echoing endlessly through through the matrix of an entangled night.

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