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Recurring Dream Island

February 2004
 
 

1 February 2004
 

Candlemas Eve
 

Lightning from the Moon
 

The woe in its hold is electric.  The song-body riddled with pain
knows only the glow it detects in the sphere on the slow hopeless wane
forever in brittle-void reaches—while shimmering warmly here, now,
so swiftly and soaringly each is a breathlessness joy will endow
with its most secret overflow burden next moment is—aye, we breathe in
and arrive at the meeting of words and the magic of flesh where the skin
that envelopes us under and over the canopy stars letter fast
with changes of eloquence woken inside us before the sad past
forgetting itself in this presence already proclaims us this song.
The body this new sacred essence imagines us waxes so strong,
the luminous arc of its reaching to touch us brings sentient rain.
Above and below we lie weak with a lightning that struck us as pain
but, facing each other, we smile and such love-music flows of its own,
woe’s burden takes song in the flight of most tenderly joined flesh and bone.
 

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6 February 2004
 

Friday Magick:  In the first line, he asks her to slip the traces.
In the seventh, he tells her she is spellbound.  Ha!  Taken!

These songs are always so cunning, on purpose.

We are going to the Dragonfly Lord—the Snake Doctor—for the purpose of soul retrieval.
 

The First Step Taken
 

Will me the step that will slip the traces.
Bravely, my dear—I am kind, I swear.
We shall be led to recall the faces
we were first made when the strange and fair
enchantment that steals now forward….  Tell me
more, do you whisper?  Step, then lean—
into my arms a-dance—and spellbound.
Is not our world here sweet and green?
 

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13 February 2004
 

We say Western, meaning 'the Western shore.'  Time, because—what would Song be without the illusion of sequential time?  My companion is truly one of the Shining Ones; he glows from within.  Something of the real nature of our long engagement is to be found within and between these lines:
 

Looking Westward
 

I well in such meshes of Western obsession,
a stream self-dissolving in long silken lines
gently plied amid lantern-bright series of questions
you sigh in your sleep, I am liquefied fine
silver moonlight in overflow rainfall begotten
where Time’s fairest love-child first draws its breath in,
then releases it.  Achingly lilting, the lot of
soft tellings that well with the light of your skin.
 

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17 February 2004
 

Swift Shiver
 

Swift little shiver, your subtle message—
four-winged glimmer of eerie light
whose underworld shadow eclipses less than
inversely magnifies day’s too-bright
design for our lovesick morning-midnight
meeting of twilight rays and fair—
and faery—shining—but once unbidden,
forever needed—find me here-there.
 

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18 February 2004
 

The Sudden Hush
 

falling like moonlight
 

Shy little Moon-silver lyric, soft-spoken
yet suddenly nigh on impossibly clear,
huge is the sky in which you have awoken,
heavy with lovesickness looming too near
the faint threshold once crossed never more to be witnessed
in any half-meaningful sense, while you grow,
I shall learn to recall you and listen a litter
of blood-dripping leaves on a plain of new snow.
 

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29 February 2004
 

Hooray for Leap Day!  This is the day when the Real Heavens defeat our human attempts to impose calendrical conventions--Be Happy!
 

Circle-Sung
 

Rain-water-fall, iridescent in music,
your wellspring above and below you, the ring
of a secret new Moon comes increasingly lucid
to call us to meet through the one new-found thing
that needs no further word to hear-sing safest haven
and enter its most liquid depths with the sigh
that best sounds them—the spirited sinuous waver
of rivulet-lights in love’s circle-sung sky.

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