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souladareatease

Darkness crept the length
And breadth, in limbs �
Of spindly black �

Window lights bloom, blood �
Rises �
To the throat �
And supernovas �
Churn �
Into aether �
�
Spirits rise �
In aches �
And glow baskets, �
Cast skyward �
�
All brows fall �
Like �
Tumblers, heavy �
With ghosts, �
Lost, �
Irretrievably, �
To the endless cycles �
Of consequential time �
�
Tides flow in fire �
And music, tranquility �
In the downing realm, �
Violence �
In the tumult �
Skins, �
Upon the scintillating �
Palm �
Of moonlight, �
Turned upward, �
Beckoning �
�
Tides make us small �
Like little else, �
I dream, �
And a second moon �
Hovers �
Beside the first �
�
Poems in the hollows �
Of his hands, �
A blue white �
Haze, �
Interspersed, �
Throughout the marbled �
Veins �
Of darkness �
�
A blast puffs out �
The cherubim�s cheeks, �
An aurora, crackling in �
Electric �
Polarities, �
Rises in the hallows of sound, �
And spectral symphonies �
Of colors, �
Here, �
Now, �
It halos the street lights �
Into amber spheres, �
Lends to the ambience of �
This �
Waking dream, �
And the whole world �
Slowed �
Into some nascent torpor, �
Ancient bones �
Exposed �
Beneath a translucent breath �
�
His words, �
Upon the face �
Of the waters �
�
A chorus, �
Rising beneath his steps �
�
Sunlight gathering, bundled �
With gardeners �
Care, ease of old �
Friends, gathered �
Gently liquid �
In our oscillating gravities �
�
And �
There, �
In the corner of the room, �
Warmth pulsing �
In stellar radiation, �
Our talks, �
Texts, exchanged �
Smiles, hands �
To heart center, whisper �
Of our hushed �
Conversations �
�
And, now �
Silence �
Ticks the ebbing pendulum, between �
Eddies �
Of slowly oscillating air, �
Sliding, �
Under a closed door �
�
Clouds drift in counterrevolutions, �
Casting �
Shadows �
From where your strides �
Are departing, �
In palpable echo �
�
I feel your light. �
�
Smiles on my face �
In the morning with �
Child�s abandon, �
�
Smiles on my neck �
In the afternoon, hands �
Cupped �
In the harsher wind, �
Forearm going before me �
�
Death sits in lotus, �
Gently �
In grace swept, �
Upon the ocean floor, �
Within this most quiet valley �
�
Dust motes milling about, �
Aimless �
And languid, �
Come to rest �
Upon his still, white brow, �
Wisdom etched in smooth lines, �
At the corners of his mouth �
�
Faint, trace light, silvered �
By the moon, which descends �
To meet �
His hand, raised �
In fare thee wells �
�
Miles press together, hours �
Squeeze �
Into moments, �
For the honor �
To carry him �
Hence �
�
Flame shadows sway �
Drowsily, �
Limn the shores in �
Gold, �
Their thirst, �
Never slaked �
�
Clouds hover like sea birds, �
Low enough to graze �
�
Morning dew is fevered upon every �
Phalanx �
Blade �
Of grass, �
Bristling �
At attention, �
Gently �
Bent �
By the weight, �
Carrying unspoken promise, �
As if listening �
�
Stones warm like sleeping housecats, �
Beneath the rising �
�
A stone descends into all that �
Quiet, �
Passing, layer �
By layer, into the deep, �
Center �
Of gravity, �
Hard �
As volcanic glass, �
Where all points meet �
�
The monolith gazes into the star ocean, �
Hurtling, �
Immovable �
�
Autumnal moon at dusk, �
Lowers its glowing road �
To the gently sliding scales �
Of the musical waters

Written by DanielChristensen

(The Fire Elemental)

Published 26th Nov 2020

Author's Note

Dedicated to the memory of souladareatease, my friend Gabe. Our friend. A spirit of incomparable beauty. He walks with angels now.

"You are blessed Daniel 😊
Keep the light shining Brother!!!"
Last thing he said to me

Copyright � 2020 by Daniel Christensen. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

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