Delicate Belief

live by the heart of wandering dream, to find the solace
the identity, waiting in the light for what it seems to be
the places of truth and being, that always drift on beyond
the corners of our thought, the candle lit fortunes
of the brazen and bold, color the waters of heartache
with a stale and oily sight, all by what is bright and lucid
in the world of dream, the glory to the god unknown
a presence to the world, to the fires, to the soul
control the destinies of our hearts, as we seek purer lands
i am beholden to the mystery, to the uncertainty of times
when locked in a prison, i am, confined by my own design
herald to the world i call, to bring me out of such wandering
to the dream of light and color, to the body of pearls and cream
a scene of flightful fancy, of delicate belief, all toward the heart
waiting inside of me

Dare

dare to desire in the dream of the heart, when the heart is warm, the body cool, and all to the touch remains electric and still, moving through the pulses of the wills of each entwined, enveloped inside, by the sight, in passion's gaze, infinite colors, collapse and arise, raising the dream, mesmerized in the scene of two hearts, running, dancing through the waking dream, eyes to the sunrise burning outside, eclipsed by the halos of all that is seen, by light and in the thrill of darkness, abide by the sound of a union unfolding, in the hands, by the heart, where desire soothes, and weights bears down, on the wisdom and the truth, of desire's divinity, joined by two, unfurl, in the senses of scenes born anew