La Petite Mort of Play Full Dawns
the falling
leaf
Slow grow
it's life
sow, so,
let go to re
turn in an
other
form.
Leaf loosened
steps off stem as
fresh death cracks dawn,
death is mourn
fresh born
when we star,
when we see
cycles fresh
eyes fresh our space this place
let go The Morn,
Raze Mourn
and cutting clarity shall
sea, real, see clear deep swells
we hear, here here,
Fresh Dawn Cycles In Our Leaving
Our falling, our next arriving like each life of
unleavened
Leaf.
Watch now how
sea,
turns, slow, lee,
tumultuous tide ebbs turned on
crest arrives survives The
crash, subsided wave, landed, arrested
surely,
be.
So
Mourning star
rises, rays
run
light rises in dark grieve passes
opening chasms her
luminous heat,
seeks swallows The Darkness
a
fresh salted scene, flowing knowing
unseized,
as petite crack tears seize of dawn
of my next now
of less laden
of less full of my now less briny
now open flowing tear full
eyes.
Cyclic circle re
turn
stem soil thorn, re
turn
our petals
one sole,
our cycles re
turn,
Sea solar,
see our
sons and daughters,
her husked seed
meets
greets, not
competes,
as sun
cracks well come re
peats, welcome,
ripe raise rays heat to meet her
shore receives assured the next waved grief
swells swollen
salts my azure Ocean vein,
heads off to her heads open
The See Going Patient,
rests rises these swells in
crests created,
tired tides ebb flow change less
briny eyes
crests sting sweet cups in your
trenchant depths re
peat re
turn re
leases relents thrust
blood heats
my turgid sea my
rises dawn
of skin sun kissed
slow down the other, surf
seas on ripened swollen crests
my next
kissed caress
resurrects
The Petal
The Opening petite next death
wave after wave after wave re
turns a
Way of This Slow Heated Day
like leaves treed, leaves true
when ready
it comes releases it comes it falls
sown seed,
full down,
soft denouement dances,
they silent sea
thy prying rays
they fall
thy come a
gain and again and a gain
to flow the sun the briny salt the white capped dream
as it is right as it falls as it enters liked
Hear In This Holy
Heaven.
Yes
her river rose
Yes as it
flowed
Yes
ebb felt a fluid momentous moon melt
Yes
tides tired, a rose touched tongues
as horizon petals parted
sea sun shone
un retired
un relenting rays like rising oceans
resurrected waves
pounded, flooded,
her sure, ready
vast ocean grounded wave so well come
well sated
well spent, now slows the breath
deluge demure on dripping sands
her crests
one trough the razored edge
we emptied our breath
beach pebble sure
we rest to rise,
we lava like fire slow molten
death flows as new landed
life
erupt soft
leaf
let go the fissure
let go the stem
float down streaming steaming once
dry on a tree
once moist to fall
to soil two seed
a new born form,
steam rises as loosened lava meats
sea, raze come, rays raise and comes in sun
planted pines, cones come undone
seed spread in next humming bird breath
well sated soft zephyr
one delicate seed heated
welcome
This Mourning, as won wins
The Ray of
our cracked Sea.
Our Sun line
light
shooting comes
from afar,
one star,
mourning bright on
soft kissed lips
the petal prized
the stamen waits
soft Glorious Spreading
Morning
rays and raze and raise of
light,
light lips on those salty tips
prized
waves as silken scarf slides
as scabbard scythes
dew ripe rays spread
Glory seas a depth of
rapids receive
comes home her ocean
this mother well natured reminds
One
well natured
One
holy day greeted
One petite small play
One reason less body emboldened
well come this moment
welcome home this subtle wave
welcome in La Petite Mort
Our Play Full Dawn of
Fresh Next
Day
