Words by Sina
(copyright) ©
Bookends - Reclaimed
And the journey
never ends,
as love is pursued,
through the unshaping sandstorms
where footsteps
never last,
where the midnight stars
kiss the eyes
willing to gaze ...
Well, the wind is right
for willow tree
to sing a love song
only I can hear,
a song
just for me.
I've been traveling
a world of days;
the dust of the ages
settled in my hair,
coarse and dirty.
the cold and hot,
light and dark
still lingering
upon
eyelids
that never rest.
My eyes drawn
like a loosened drum
by the wrinkles
of the sun
on the edges
of my temple,
brimstone
feet aching,
aching -- dream making --
for a gentle touch
of pumice,
clear water, and
the tender fingertips
of a tapstress
that midnight calls.
In the treks,
hill to hill,
mirage to bareness,
of a dream,
I have traveled the ages,
in the footsteps
of only me...
Quench
these lips
with sweet water
and a kiss...
Recompense
my burning
dreams.
Rise from the dust
and come back to me;
The sandstorms
of my journey
have calmed
my soul.
And yearning,
I watch
the clear stars
of midnight desire.
Come along
in my dreams
of my reality.
The stars
will show us
the way.
In the midst of desert wind,
surreal dreams that try to hold you
neath the midnight dew,
dreams consume
with a promise
of quiet streams
that meet
in the shallows
at the ends
of mountains
and meadows....
And the picture
speaks a thousand
dreams...
In the peacefulness
of the waters,
me, a paddle,
and a gliding board.
I look,
and scan,
nature so forgiving,
nature,
so permitting
me...
and my pair,
together
as one,
if she'll be one
with me.
And I know the hour is early
blossom of a kiss
not yet born,
I know dreams
are plenty,
and eloping
not in the scope...
I know,
and I know that she knows.
Take me
some day
soon
into the silence
of your nature;
cleansing waters,
and the desires
of your adventure.
Through the desert
past the lakes of dreams
towards the hills
where god breaths
love above
and love beneath,
Lovers speak
once more
until the end of
what end may be....
In the garden of
my means
I wait
for the breeze to blow.
The scent of love
will come to me
one day,
some day.
Neath the shadow
of my dreams
the willow bended
moonbeam
suspended,
I can't be
just another dreamer;
I wait
hoping,
certain,
that my dream
will come true,
love will find me.
Shivering,
shimmering
blossoms and leaves
in tune
with every beat
of my heart.
Will the day come soon,
butterflies,
blissful kisses,
and turning circles
of mercy.
Today,
many moons have passed
me,
tonight,
the seasons and time
have surpassed me.
I believe,
still,
maybe I
perceive,
That love
will meet me,
at some new moon,
some year
leaping.
But,
Years
are burning,
now,
skin falling,
wrinkled,
arms
of love
unwielding
like some mad desperate
mission
to consume me.
My time,
won't be here
anytime soon;
My time,
has been with me
all along.
Time
to go
and walk
the shorelines,
of ocean breeze.
Perhaps,
there,
love will
find me.
Once more
the reality of now
the dream and pain
of not now,
and not again,
inflicts and embeds
some empty hole
of gray and black
deep within,
It's not a case of
not enough ink
and too much white
when I read your letters.
Skillful words
optimized and maximized
pointed, barbed and jagged,
words
that pierce
tear apart and drag down.
Not a case of
what could be
or what should have been,
it's a case of
what never was,
these days you pass me by
inflicting
and never pause.
It's not a case of
filling the void
when nothing needs to be said,
retched views and thoughts
on display,
or the waves of
poignant hearts
that can lead emotions astray.
It's a case of
saying too much,
too late,
intentional,
fruitless and unyielding,
designed to clutch
and berate.
It's a case
of painful truth
about what you wear;
torn and ragged dress,
seams perfectly undone,
high heel shoes,
and a mask of despair.
And again
the refuge of emptiness
seems appealing,
from tenderness
to unfeeling,
love not ever falling,
love, appalling,
refuge
so appealing.
Ocean breaths
Ocean breeze;
Ocean breeds.
Seems sterile,
Empty,
pure and cleansing,
like darkness,
like light,
like a love
sent from above.
I turn away,
and back again,
it seems alive,
like a jungle,
roaring,
full of life,
anger,
and calm.
And we,
walk,
on the outside
wishing,
jumping high,
floating in its twizone,
tempting life,
on its borders of daring,
searching,
dreaming,
yearning.
Tiny droplets of plenty.
Reflections of life, thundering...
Water,
washing,
connecting us
together,
to the other side.
Tomorrow,
though so far away
has finally found me.
Time is now,
thought I would never
be ready.
Reclaimed
And pomegranate blues
extend the olive branch
and lose;
The sun rises
and brightens an empty cup
filled with untouchable hues;
It's all there
all for you
to believe
in a dream
born by some other soul....
In a world of parallels
and crossroads,
journeys
and dreams,
re-examine
the footprints
that my lead you into
someone else's footsteps
and towards
someone else's dreams.
And go on, you will,
flying dreams;
Some lucky fortune
to fly
dreams of faith
coloured heavens
fingertips weaving
every vein,
and loves that never end
until the morning awakens
to a reality unknown.....
In the hush
and birth
of a kiss,
as our minds mingle
and toy
with foreverness
holding onto time
so eagerly,
wanting to
never let go,
let me break
the silence
and whisper
my love to you.
In the churn
of the ocean's
thunderous roar
sit by me,
rest your hopes
and dreams
inside me;
We will hold on
and watch
every ebb and flow,
every wave's
pounce
and surge,
every refluence
and fading glow.
Rest the waterfall
of your dreams
and fears
drop by drop
on the rock
of my love for you.
Lessons taught
and never realized
you ready the heart
for the fall
for the rise
for the pains
and the smiles,
ascending
descending
waterfalls that drop
to the skies;
Rain pours
like hazy tears,
snow falls
like
butterfly wings,
I raise my hands
to
the black crow skies,
my feet planted firmly
in the forehead
of the snake eyes,
When I'm alone
and descending.
In the arms of love
I touch
the dragonfly
rainbow skies,
feet softly
floating
on waterlily stalks
and breezy walks,
ascending
on the feathered wings
of love.
And once more
we believe
that time
isn't
and time is,
and it can
but is never able
to be
the healer
as promised;
words,
from the mouth
of the healer
by the bough
of the kneeler.
In the purple memories
of "might have been"s ,
neath the feathered plumes
and
wandering flights
of maybe's
there is a love
resting,
patiently,
Cautiously,
Aimlessly,
in the wing.
Love,
Bitterly sweet
In the pomegranate
Lips
and conscious of you.
I pretend
And I tend
to leave, and,
To believe
that time
Is not a healer
When passion
Is so deep.
In the wing,
Love remains,
still,
Aimlessly.
And love heals
and it aches
it grows
and it ebbs
into some
revealing kame
buried
in the ice
of the ages
and reality
tears apart
turning
warmth of love
to ice
and some burning
empty dream.....
In the realm of a love story,
I thought I had staked my claim...
long ago.
Ingressed, and given more than I took.
After all the years,
sharing every spec of wanton fulfilling,
abandoned desires for all the "might have been"s
nothing now is standing in the way of your leaving.
What will it take for a sentimental fool
to reconcile such reality!
And once more,
the lovers of beauty
and the beauty of lovers
vanish
in the dust of vague
insane,
stagnant,
hopeful,
want to be's
There is no one left, it seems,
day light after night fall.
No one left to cling to,
to meander
flowers and love to bring to,
the heroes and heroins gone;
Lovers of some other era,
Nothing left to whisper to no one.
Though there are many lovers
in the past,
and in the sky.
No,
there is no one that touches me.
The unlikely universe
the expanded,
the very one
that entangled,
reveals
the gentle souls
hidden within,
souls that were once,
me,
that were once,
you...
Specs of what might and might not,
We are.
The many things we are
And we are not,
In the universe
So unlikely.
I found you
You found me.
Our lips so fitting,
Our dreams
Poised
To come True.
In a universe
So unlikely.
And
Here
We are.
In the quiet of my dreams
You found me.
In the searching desires
Of your soul
I found you.
And here we are,
searching,
Maybe searching no more
In the universe
Of mine
Of your
Here we are
So unlikely.
Finding
Naturally what might be
Lips locked
Asking
Why this wasn't
A long time ago.
Likely
Unlikely.
Likely you want
Likely what I want
Likely meant to be
In a universe
So unlikely.
Kiss me
In a universe
So beautiful
Because we can make true
What might be.
Terra
Open wings soaring watchfully
The sun, the ocean breeze, squinting
Wisely balanced orb
"Terra" expanded
Oh mother earth
pure and gentle
everlasting
now destined to who knows where;
worshiped on the outside, burning, on your
inside
nimbus within earthly nebula
gravitating every dream
suspending in the dazzling
silhouette
of your sun;
and your sons
remember the days of
incantation
new seasons of rebirth
giving life to every creature
wise, wild, free
amidst your rivers
towering mountains of gazing
control and serenity;
hours that have passed you
fractures and fusions
under the umbrella of your
lances, your romances,
leaving memories
you recalled inside the dust and
Tender shadows,
house of the sunrise;
every morning of your flight
searing deserts,
uttering winds,
newly laden snow,
tree that whisper,
hours do not
exist where you roam,
over and over
coming around
every morning,
and every season. Forgive, your
new children of
base and abject
recluse.
Elevations
emerge
zealously
every peak gathered and your grains of
sand; roaring oceans, thunders, quakes---
quarrels you have seen,
utter madness of man
in vain, inhumane.
nestle your child
tender your unyielding wild
intensely breeding and breathing
new life you are
giving, forgiving.
Will your tomorrow survive
in the roundabouts of your soulful
sunrise
eternal as you have been
lava of a million
years, foreboding
bleeding, bruising, humans
abusing, weaving, never
leaving; you
alone, in the serene mornings and
nights.
capture the essence of your
eternal beauty and
dance,
on the stage of time
rebuilding your beauty and
balance.