Astral, Before we met, your soul lived beneath my scrutiny of dreams, A constellation I had traced in a life yet unborn. #vss365

The closest s c r u t i n y of my heart every beat confesses, i miss you. #vss365

What careful scrutiny must guide The seasons in their faithful ride! From spring's first tentative caress To summer's golden-shouldered dress, Each moment measured, each breath timed, As if the world itself were rhymed By One whose art exceeds all art, The Great Artist's beating heart. #vss365

Your touch, born of Sleep’s sweet scrutiny. #vss365

I’ll trade my given name for one the ravens understand, Where mushrooms throne on fallen logs like ancient royalty. Let moss become my pillow and the stream-song my command, I’ll bow only before the forest’s green and patient scrutiny. #vss365

Your whisper, sonorous as twilight rivers threading silver through ancient stone, Awakens the sleeping orchids of my marrow, petal by luminous petal, While honeyed starlight spills its secrets into the cupped palms of evening alone. #vss365

I want to live in the forest: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let sap-song be my vespers and the fernbreath my own; I’ll marry moss and moonbeam’s bright eventuality. Where deerpaths weave through starlight and the oakhearts beat unknown, Let twilight write my testament in silver ecstasy. #vss365

Your heart maps territories, here before they’re found; Each eventuality, already hallowed ground. #vss365

My heart collects dust motes of thoughts, arranges them by longing. the bellwether of untamed geometry a theorem I cannot prove but believe anyway like the faith I have that parallel lines will come together one day #vss365

You are my bellwether in this field of scattered thoughts. #vss365

Where tidepools mirror constellations soaked in brine, Soft bellwether waves kiss kiss ‘pon shores that are thine. #vss365

In your suspended gaze where starlings paused their flight, The bellwether silence spoke what lips dared not write. #vss365

The Seasons Turn . Let morning dew reinvigorate this quiet knowing, deep and true: love flows like streams that navigate every path that leads to you. . Please read the whole poem here: 'distance means nothing at all when souls are threaded through the air' #vss365

The autumn sun’s weak fire does reinvigorate my soul’s eclipse, While life and death dance paired upon time’s golden lips. #vss365

September’s amber light illuminates the bridge between worlds, Your presence shifts my inner landscape from green to flame; Each copper leaf a prayer that silently unfurls, To reinvigorate the sacred mystery of your name. #vss365

You are a church built not of mortar-stone But fashioned from the fabric of pure light, Where everyprayer I whisper finds its home And echoes, perhaps, through eternity's night. #vss365

Thou dost slip through reason's careful claim Like sunbeams dancing through the morning air.

What art thou, Love, that dost so strangely move Through time's dark corridors with steps so light?

You are the circle that has no beginning, no end.

This catastrophe of joy; Each breath of yours is a small theology, the birth of a kinder, more beautiful world. #vss365

1. I map the geography of what we were not: Sunday mornings tangled in imagined sheets, Laughter echoing in rooms we can’t share. Im the architect of almost, The catastrophe of joy that never broke Upon the ordinary shores of Tuesday. #vss365

Your being flows like honeyed amber, slow extrusion From some celestial hive beyond my reach. Press, Press each golden moment to conclusion. #vss365

Take stock of your infinite essence; You are woven from the same luminous fabric as the cosmos itself. #vss365

Your eyes hold galaxies I’ve never seen, Each glance a tender stock of stolen time. In whispered moments, soft and crystalline, Our hearts compose their own unspoken rhyme, And wild love blooms in spaces in between. #vss365

The soul takes stock of dreams it cannot own And consciousness floats, both weightless and alone. #vss365

Within the cathedral of my chest, soft relics gleam; A synthesis of absence and flame. #vss365

To Astral When souls unite, like constellations bound, Our love defies the earth’s terrestrial ground; In synthesis of spirit, our flesh transcends, Where mortal passion into godhead blends, And we, made infinite, in love are crowned. #vss365

Love’s fragile fire burned in synthesis rare, Two spirits twined beyond the bounds of flesh; When absence drapes its shadow through the air, Love’s hidden thread still binds our souls afresh. #vss365

Even the soft blue sky conspires to script our love beyond mortal measure. #vss365

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dancing lights conspire at night #vss366

1 of 2 O! fractured stars, like broken syllables cast in ink upon the firmament’s unrolled parchment, do you conspire to spell her vow, or mock my gaze with random scatter? #vss365

Within my sleep, your kiss doth hold the rein Of reason’s horse, now wild and unrestrained. What waking thought would banish as mere pain Becomes the golden rope by which I am chained. #vss365

Come, gentle soul, and walk with me Through gardens where the heart runs free.

O Friend, thou dost hold fast the reins Of my wild heart through joys and pains; Not harsh control, but gentle guide, To keep my soul close by thy side. #vss365 Read the whole poem here :) 👇

The rose gives freely of its scent, Not counting what in love is spent.

Moon’s silver kiss melts the veil between dream and dawn and we become light #haikufeels

~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~without flinching~~~~ ~~~~~~~i dissolve~~~~~ ~~~~where radiant~~~~~ ~~currents flow~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ #vss365

Without flinching, my soul leans wholly into thine; Cosmos, eternal, let our hearts gently entwine. #vss365

Astral, through veils of distance where no flinching shadows be, Tell me softly, in your stillness do you truly see me? #vss365

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ two hearts that beat in rhythm taking flight from lonliness to love's appointed place ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So love arrived, no flinching from its power, A gift that shook the fortress of itself And in that sweet, surrendering hour, I found I was no longer mine, but wealth Shared freely 'tween two souls made one. #vss365

The bird's elliptical ballet Maps constellations on my chest, Each turn, a planet's argument For why my ribs became your nest, Why lungs learn tides at your behest.

As hawthorne roots drink morning dew, So does my heart, in rapture's style, Consume your absence, strange and true, While watching heaven's clockwork dial. #vss365

Through bramble-paths where Starlight weaves her style, we two are certain as the nightingale. Dawn will find love’s footprints on the trail. #vss365

In the meridian where your sorrow pools, my potential touch calculates distance; each drop a longitude I cannot cross #vss365

Peat Bog In copper waters, silence holds its ancient dream, While hungry blooms feast on light’s forgotten seams, Here potential sleeps in peat’s slow, sacred decay, As barren mirrors birth tomorrow from today. #vss365

pulsing and the silk of exhausted breath colour breeds colour even in the dark #vss365

The world inside contains no straight lines, or single notes or hues; there are, instead, entire worlds, whole galaxies of brilliant blues. Sometimes I’m exhausted by this kaleidoscope behind my eyes. #vss365

Love arrives as paradox; unbearable lightness that crushes the chest with its absence of weight #vss365