see

by Shannondoah

see

dreaming 

of 

your 

essence,

your 

truth.

do 

you 

remember?

I do.

memories

like

salty 

seas

infinite 

abyss

our 

truth,

I see.

house

by Rose O'Neill (late 19th/early 20th century)

I Made A House

of Houselessness

I made house of houselessness,

A garden of your going:

And seven trees of seven wounds

You gave me, all unknowing:

I made a feast of golden grief

That you so lordly left me,

I made a bed of all the smiles

Whereof your lip bereft me:

I made a sun of your delay,

Your daily loss, his setting:

I made a wall of all your words

And a lock of your forgetting.

untamed

by Shannondoah

wildness

the

wildness 

inside

my heart

feels 

like

everything

pure

and true

often

i feel 

like

running

wild and 

free

fierce and 

full

like

the wind

so 

untamed 

yet 

so

beautiful

crystalline

by Pablo Neruda

Absence

I have scarcely left you

when you go in me, crystalline,

or trembling,

or uneasy, wounded by me

or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes

close upon the gift of life

that without cease I give you.

My love,

we have found each other

thirsty and we have

drunk up all the water and the blood,

we found each other

hungry

and we bit each other

as fire bites,

leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,

keep for me your sweetness.

I will give you too

a rose.

love.

by Shannondoah

sometimes

i feel like

my love,

our love

can 

light up

the whole

night

sky

wildflowers

by William Blake

excerpt from ‘Auguries of Innocence’

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

and a Heaven in a Wild flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

sky

by Shannondoah

bliss

Love

        like something

unforeseen 

Bliss

        is,

as the wind does

        sight, seeing

into ocean dreams

        Realms 

of air

        I fly with

the birds 

        by my side

Sweetness

        is my heart

full of you