Virgin Planet . Catskill Mountain High

Nature Mother designs a virgin Planet,

covers up the mucky mess the mean scary mutant bigots and 

neo nazi scum.

makes

Frigid frozen lacy aliens drift down from foreign heavens, 

by the billions. 

forty feet and 

gone are garbage cans, houses, cars; 

consummate climate clean.

What is this barren landscape,

not truly barren -

but crisp, frozen, full .... ?

I no longer know where I be,

my mind flees in pieces with each

flake,

 unique and frosted are 

my ugly 

Now I'm frigid cream en bleu

Black and Brown and Vampyre

Help help help help !!

But ahh!! Exhileration

for Tanisha, my best friend, my sister,

penned accidentally whilst writing you yet another email.

You never cease to push my Mind with your Brilliance. Thanks for all

With love, CherylFaith 💞

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 

The Empath

Thou art The Empath

 Angels fly from thine eyes     
They caress me with Cloud,  
  blanket my Heart in    
   warm soothing aether pools

      Your eyes' Heat                    
           Shimmers
      with your Soul,      
           Gifted,

Pure,           
    Blessed by Hot Old Stars ....
              
                    I leave,
        your eyes inside me,
            gentle, Full,
              affirming,
          pouring angels

  Your eyes pour angels over me
      as true mourning grips me
            the angels hold me
               Kiss my tears
                     succor
          my fragmented Heart

      Mourning finally fills me ....        
      Full flowered tears fall,
              Flow for hours;

My Heart clenches my stomach

Thou art The Empath

     Angels fly from thine eyes

 They caress me with Cloud, blanket my rushing blood
My Heart pounds as the
    unfamiliar weight of Pain
       seizes me
            until
   I am no longer an empty,       
  floating Cloud, alone;

        I exist again,
            I have Become
             a scorching Star,
               frozen in my Space, alone,
but for those entranc-ed eyes,
             standing still
             on my silent Stage,
              beckoning
              blanketing,                
  the quiet, firey, whisp'ring eyes
            of The Empath
        holding me together

as I am seized -
the Cleansing squeezes me;
I have no fear,
flow with my
Rivers of Tears,
   only for Moments insufficient
             for a LifeTime lost,
                 but a Beginning,
                    a Becoming,
                       finally,
                six months on

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with gratitude & love, for our
   dear  Dr. B.

   

       

       

         

                 

       

                             

                 

                       

Cloud Surfing

witches White
Surfing Clouds
circling Eights
eight, eight, eight, eight, eight

            into your arms
            into your Light
            I wish you would
            hold me,
            my tear -frozen eyes
            my hands of
            Her crystalline fury,

            Exquisite

Cloud-Surfing,
Witches White
Lift me up to your Circle
I yearn to dance
I long to Cloud-Surf with  thee
Grand Mother, as your filmy White robes
Sweep the SunSet, Storm-lit Sky

Please protect the kittens,
Grand Lady,
as I am waiting for thee
Please keep them warm -
I know you will

witches White
in silent song
Surfing Clouds
Circling Eights
Eight, Eight, Eight, Eight, Eight

copywrite CherylFaith 2018
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**the #8 also means
"other world"
in another tongue