Cool in Japanese garden shade,
parchment spirits float on a sea of clay.
Empty are the raindrops that fall on storm faces,
conversing about the philosophical indoor games we would play.
You golden Greek goddess,
you Norse heroine of mythology.
Mixing the raiment with remedies,
tea sipping and singing of the spices of herbology.
Gaia wades in a pool of spring elixir.
One magnolia blossoms in response to your witty banter.
Minutes pass like seconds riding horses.
One steed gallops towards you, equine enchanter.
Help my speechless tongue,
for it is at a loss for words.
Attempting to think of clever sentences,
lost in your eyes, two Antarctic flightless birds.
What is a dream and what is reality?
Something to say, some jaw to close.
Watching you in musical wonderland.
You walk the quadruped teeth of canis
as the Anointed Nature Mother commands.
Fighter in her face, barrels of wine and laughter.
Some day will turn to me to meet her.
So, we speak in bilingual drafts.
Your speech of humor meets my fumbling gibberish.
Reassuring life to move forward,
brief series of moments with you, my last wish.
Page after page, I write the encounters.
Cannot stop this newfangled inspiration.
You are immortalized in self-indulgent ink,
coming to life in my mind again for each manifestation.
I will meet you at the corner of the dawn
and where the hawk devours the dusk.
I have been thawed out of prehistoric ice,
waiting for your warm smile next to the last Mastodon tusk.
Thank you for placing the Moon
back on her rightful throne in the skies.
Voice of noise-canceling priorities,
my mind’s machine meets yours as you begin to hypnotize.
Into trances deep and without escape,
my only path is your ancient land.
Without simplicity and complication, you stroll with grace,
catching Sun rays in your yellow-chocolate strands.
Watching you in perfect motion,
viewing you lose yourself in musical wonderland.
We are friendly acquaintances, yet do not know one another.
If I extend it to you, would you hold my hand?