Aye

 -My edes Cicukam

July/2007
Just to give you a hug`kay?And a kiss...my edes cicukam;

I am tired today. My heart singing deer songs, doing its own thing. The rest of me, star-eyed and wandering.

My angel is nigh, and I would flee to the cool sanctuary of his midnight wings to rest for a while from the sight of things unseen. But the wind, it washes me; these lonely miles of dust and waving grasses, my eyes reflecting the endless, with nowhere to hide from the wind in its nakedness.

How does one pray, Suzie, when all prayers turn to dust in your throat?

Let me rest awhile in a gentler light than that which calls. Give me to drink today of your sparkling waters, tasting of moss -mysteries and rose petals. Let me sleep in the shadow of your loving kindness, in bowers where the wind cannot reach, but blows overhead where it listeth and all is still but for the hum of bees.

Melodies only--fleeting as clouds--but `tis from that shore that I greet you today in Psyche`s melancholy strain, here amidst the cypress trees in the temple of Eris. Catch then in the cup of your golden happiness the silvery tears of my ghost, a vision-pool for the dream of gods.

Even now, from shore to shore to yet another shore I rest my bark of Lapis Lazuli on sands untrodden, my feet crunching the pebbles of eternity.

In other words, sweetheart...my muse is stirring in her sleep. And I need a hug--long and deep and slow, to melt there into forgetting.

Aye, but I love you,
ever Indigo