Cloud Life

I still spend my DreamTime
amongst Cloud Lanes,
Cloud Cities, Cloud Beds;
my shape, known to
Certain Clouds who
Rock me,
Arms, bold, yet gentle,
Aromas, pure, moist, Sea-foamed;
My Nina's Words, "I love you, maidele,"
My Father's Eyes, of Heaven-Earth
Birds- I am Bird Life.

No scathing painful torments touch me here;
Fears' fickle fates fall, Earth-bound -
Sacred Space.

Celestiales

I wonder how ....

Think
celestiales,
once first obscured
by Spring's Clouds,
WaterBearing -
threatening?
I pray their Souls simply float upon
warm moist Clouds
protected, tranquil,
Dreamy ....

My Dream:
to lie upon a Cloud carpet,
bid good Day to Lady Luna,
as bittersweet jasmine,
NightShade's gardens
send up their charms ....

I shall swim
Cloud SkyLanes,
pray for a safe journey to
my Earthly Home,
as I be not a Celestial

I love no entity
as I love Clouds,
and the Lady's
charmed sardonic smile

impossible to enter Sweet Sleep,
so Words flow ....

Desertion

I search for my empty face -

I peer into mirrors -
My eyes gleam full of absence
  I search for my empty face -
  Becoming
  Bride-White paper pale,
  solemn, teary, gone - I scream!
I further flee,
  to
  difficult dazed deserted lanes:
myself and me in looted
Dudley, West Midlands Cemetery;
the graves have empty grown
Am I ne'er to be discovered again?

I swear, I slept Moments ago
Quite vague be my memory -sleeping
here,
amongst these empty graves;
I understand my Insomnia now -
never 'gain shall I sleep ?

My Invisibility,
as I Lived last LifeTime
shall deter them from discovering me,
since I am
lf I am; yes! I am - I have flown
I shall live alone until he finds me
....
  Pale as paper, I further flee,
  to
  difficult dazed deserted lanes:
myself in looted
Dudley, West Midlands Cemetery,
where the graves have grown empty -
Am I ne'er to be discovered again?
I swear, I slept uneasily here, Moments ago

                         ********
She shall forever perish
If he should not search for her deeply,
desperately
  
                        *********
Near, we were wed.
Their joyful, imprisoned, mournful, enamoured Spirits,
The Priory's ancient nuns and monks
I witnessed as they flew about
the  British Winter's Rain

                       *********
              I shall for ever perish
          If you do not search for me
                         deeply
                     desperately

Lady

Lady

I met The Lady toNight,
She, whose smile,
sardonic,  bemused, 
beatific,
Lights Nights' Mist,

Deep perfumed Dark,
filmy grey fogged Curtain,
covers this gifted Stage;

     angel covens dance
     draped in Moonflowers
     costumed in Japanese Wisteria  
     disguised in sweet, acrid  Jasmine

sleeping Stars
bleed their secrets -
a Crimson Moon's Joy;

 achy moods bloom in 
drowsing girls' Dreams;
sweep blood-covered hills 

     Morning sleeps far

I met the Lady In The Moon 

I realized then ____
She is a witch 
"A Witch is Magic,"
She told me,
her voice otherworldly,
strong
soft
melodic
magnetic

potent Word Clouds,
her burning Gifts;
ancient Sea Songs,
Mothers' screams;
spirited caverns, full inside, where infants' slumb'ring Souls
aWait

The Night's glowing Damsel,
Queen of moods and frothy Seas,

     She rolled toward me -
     reached out !
     She rolled toward me
     merrily serious

"A Witch is Magic;
A Witch be Magic 
and
Magic is Good "

I thought she, shy, began a wink .... 
around she rolled
She glowed gold white
She rolled toward me .... ?

     Shrouded in Mist
     A Moment's Thrill
     Forever -
     She disappeared
     behind Dark Trees

         GoodNight Lady