Margo buccini's Blog (6)

white Golden glow - Suns filtering a warmth of feeling -



Rays, Divine push my heart reeling



Into the realms of pure desire,



Within,remnants of Ice and Fire -



suns swallow up the rains of past.



The gentle/violent tomes that last



Like wounds upon our ruptured Heart,



Warmth needed for Gaea to part.



Bask within the warmth and heat,



Cold and surrender to defeat.



Place your foot upon the… Continue

Hearts are given and received



Like precious gifts the Soul retrieved



From Spirit's sunrise, divinely fashioned,



Magentas painted, so impassioned -



Purples invade the glowing sky -



Fireworks that cease and die -



As Seagulls circle in their Sky -



And surfers grow strong wings and fly.



Spindrift eats my frozen toes -



As deep within my Heart, there grows



A symphony of endless… Continue

to love is to cherish the Soul's green seas -

and tender on gentle, crave -

The Spirit's spindrift,white, foaming, swirling protect us -

til we, free yet wet-winged, pause, dip and join

the lonely and potent rage of the tides.



and whether i leave to the sea's long rustling,

or whether the silences spin me to you -

came your rush that quieted tides -

and terminal meanderings, while deep in your essence i slept -

hushed by the breath of the tides… Continue

white heat - pours from me ,

now rupturing a destiny -

as sane, as safe, as sterile as a tideless wake.

Come fly with me, lest spindrift pull your soul into life's undertow.

Be not afraid to kiss the dawn -



In sunlight, White Light, we are born,



While Moon's placenta



wraps the sky -



Stars' symphony masks a baby's cry.



The ruptured mist of nebula at play -



through lacerated dreams that mark the day,



And first light haunts dark density -



disclosing shadows - our new born destiny -



Glimmering Sunbursts through the blue of night -



Magenta/purple fills our… Continue

wondering thru -



wanton pastures,



harvested too soon,-



there is a Kindness in the silence - in the passing



of a waning Moon,



messenger of ecstasy,



bathed in celestial light -



A figure beckons randomly and follow it we must -



The One within we Are to Be



And quintessence is our Trust -



Meandering Lakes and Rivers



in the Soul's large destiny -



We linger in the spires… Continue