Dream fragments:
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a re-current Dream...

...DreamCurrents...electrify...
Sleep's essence lies distant from this tiny planet
you grasp, but she's gone; she dives far beneath Seas
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but...
Dream Currants, juicy golden ecstasy,
grown in heated land...StarBlessed...
(my moistening mouth...)
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Plump greenery rolls, hills dip, heights wind,
while lovers' seeds sanctify perpetual Time;
velvet Valleys shelter murmurs,
drench their Dreams in colloquial mirth;
echoes pound percussive mountains;
each sound awakens damp fallow Earth
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Sappho's lyric Seas spray colour-fountains, stir Time's Storms,
Miconias' reverent graceful leaves bend for thee, Lady; drink, spin, tease...
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Sappho's silver Moon* suspends eternity in lovers' Seas
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A Gift for Lyres, for flutes in heat:

please grant us salvation from monotony
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Fragments for you.
I hope you enjoy even one image, with any of your many senses
♥ CherylFaith

*Sappho appears here courtesy of Robin Taylor
© CherylFaith Taylor January 2013

Insomnia Breeds

a feral feline stretches my Soul's length, her breadth, her every molecule:

I

ensconces every Breath I gasp;

whilst I hold fast a bloody Moon

whose eyes caress my every move;

whose shadows ghost my fitful dreams

(don't go; don't go; please haunt my Life)

II

angels spiral - speak, smoke Light-weed

my feline harmonizes tunes

whose chords caress my every move

whose notes a'tremble cast a net

(don't leave yet; I need clean escape)

(don't go; don't go; you steal the Light)

III

ensues a battle for my shell

whilst I hold tight my ordained doom,

Cat's shadows cast scenes, flame Her moon;

wild Feline's tongues illumine gloom

(please stay inside me; I love you;)

(don't leave; conjure me secret Moons)

IV

 

 my Soul to thee, sweet demon love:

your sole libation fills this room

where felines feral free my witches

gift me liberation's bloom;

eighteen billion jewels in flicker'ng flight

new Skies a'flame glow foreign Blooms

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a feral feline stretches my Soul's length, her breadth, her every molecule:

  I

ensconces every Breath I gasp;

whilst I hold fast a bloody Moon

whose eyes caress my every move;

whose shadows ghost my fitful dreams

© CherylFaith Taylor   2013 January

more Twittery stuff
January 2013 !

I rarely employ hashtags, but I could not resist! 

I am truly sorry I cannot type the characters for several Asian languages. Please forgive?

 I think I have more than 25, but still, these are too few! ‎

#Mention25CutePeopleOnTwitter: jy, ju, أنت, ви, vi, vy, u, te, mo, vous, თქვენ, Sie, εσείς, તમે, ou, אתה, आप, Ön, þú, anda, tú, voi, tu, jums, du, Państwo, você, vy, si, usted, wewe, Du, நீ, คุณ,sen, ви, آپ, anh, i chi, דו, ~you~ ! :) 

Love, CherylFaith

34.9333° S, 138.5833° E

apparition

Your soft assault assuages soot

Your veil of tears: a Gifted Earth -

Here lovers meet from different Times

Inside your Veil, your wild Wind Dance

Your eyes shine, pierce the fog-hushed Air

Within your grasp, my naked trance...

Lovers touch from times Ago

I weep to be within that Dream;

I glimpsed them in a photograph

Appearances deceive

Life in Père Lachaise

Upon hearing "An American Prayer" 

 inside my ears, you fill my Soul,
more profoundly than before...
   
    I've been listening to this album too much lately, maybe...as if tis possible to listen to "too much" JDMorrison Poetry...nah...
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     JDM, Eternal Poet... 

I pray your Soul warmed to see our pilgrimage to your supposed (physical) Parisian resting place. 

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Did the Earth's aromatic Gift, 

our Patchouli incense stick,

kiss your Soul?

Nowhere could I find incense more pure..

Reluctantly, we trudged away;

my eyes tear-blurred, my body covered in sweaty Life-beads....

As we moved languidly down myriad mazed  hills,

that 2003 Parisian August HeatWave-d Morn, 

a tiny grey ghost-cat sought us out!

We fed her little Swiss cheese-rounds. 

Her emaciated frame flamed Life; donned boots;

she mewed thy name

she clowned

she faded softly into Père Lachaise's caverned cloistered homes

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Leo seemed thrilled, a'kicken at my body,

three months before his Soul re-entered Earth-Light... 

.... was he was furious at his mommy for gifting away his snack? 

I think no, as he listens to Jim 

Day and Night, 

his entire young Life,

Jim - full

I will nourish my child for Ever and more.

I will for Ever

immortalize your Words, your Magic, aLive, James,
until our paths cross again

With all the love I can share with you .... both .... 

beautiful, ancient, cerulean Souls, 

whose Lights have blessed my dubious, dark, JoyFull Life.

Graces for your Gifts...

humbled, CherylFaith

© CherylFaith Taylor 2012

scarlett

swollen scarlet float a'blush in Rain

virtuously, silently grows the verdant Grain;

a crimson field smiles; petals open, new;

I smile, a child, beneath the swarms of June

Bloom! (your petals still intact, your Song)

I come, disguised as Moon amidst fresh freeze;

my Light doth flicker; soft, scarlet heads weep:

"BeLoved, long we've waited for thy smile;

Thine eyes a'shine with MoonBurst, caught inside;

sweet Rounds: we're grown plush cushions for your Light!

Our sole desire: we thieve away thy pain,

to bounce your aches to Venus' new-borne babe!"

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Venus' cradle embraces thy babe;
Two Cherubs beam Joy - two pure Hearts seem saved;
Softly, sink thee into pillows aglow,
Lit by flamed flowers whose name you don't know

  (oh so well...oh so well...oh so well...

so well you remember now;

you doth know our hold) 

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swelled scarlet eiderdown whispers your name;

"Welcome, dear angel - tis Time you remain"

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one tiny tear shines upon her doll's cheek, as she sinks, 

she succombs,

a porcelain creature without motion;
deeply, she inhales dark scarlet satin-silk songs
she is home, she is gone, she succombs
face flat down,
her lashes are moist in sweet ether-Mourn's dew
down
down
down
into poppies
words hath flown free;

but
"aaahhh," she breathes
in supplication
into red flowers;
into a different Dawn