Bellingham's Wood Nymph

My oh my! The soul mate's divining rod is amiss!

My oh my, a change of narratives mid drift?

Quite a feat even for a woodland nymph such as you!

Ah!! dream and dream again to the nocturnal and deluded meadows

Of the fools but faeries' gold - Adorn yourself in your share of May

Flowers, your Dionysian dance - though with many steps amiss ,

The Art of your unread palm . The vernal magic of your self-deceptive calm -

My changeling dear old soul!

Go forth and awaken my wounded little one. Fly sweetly!

Swooning with the victorious cries of the eagles in opalescent pale

Blue and deep azure skies.

Ah! The brightening of the new Dawn.

The wonder of this Magic garden draws you near

Awakening from its long dark winter's sleep.

To the fragrant and intoxicating daisy-scented fields

To the tulips a-swayin in the Wind,

To your loins re-secreting in vertiginous and ecstatic assent

To the a-coming woodlands new mate's orgiastic descent!

Oh! I see the robust color returned to your ashen face from its long

Winter pale and grief stricken sleep!

Now, go bid your former dreams along with that muse of the past-

Running with you in flights of fancy from the start of that huge Vast

The glades of the Sylvan dawn. The collaborative Great Spirit or Brahma's

First great yawn! (dream sung calls from fluttering lips, odoriferous mated

scents in time-fallen tears that form that primal mist!)

- A fond adieu!

- As the Woodland Nymph and Kali in two
Defecates that sweet but now pitted fruit

Once silently entwined with the light of your eyes, the sound of your Heart, The beckoning of your Smile and the touch of your kind!

The nectar you once held so sacred and dear!

But do let those entrails scatter to the Wind!

And retell in that crestfallen or ephemeral dust*

The Ecstatic rise,

The Shuddering Fall,

The Crack of all trust!

- As you once again fall to sleep, to drift

Perchance to dream
And re-attach in a sudden and new rainbow trove*

Of burnished crimson and emerald gold

To another heart-borne muse

In your blitheful glee

In your hapless Dance,

In the woodland umbrage of your soul-torn trance!

*Alt. 1) And retell to that once stalled and secretly scorned twin, hitherto ephemeral dust. 2) faery-land trove.

The Cloak, the Child and the Tender heart

Heal the wounds
Stop the bleeding
Fill the gap!

Your new love has come a knock'n
In the new Spring day
The flora and fauna abound
And bestow upon thee the grace of
Their sweet magnificent beauty
And splendour of their new setting suns!

Do not give thought for the morrow with the coming of the Fall rains
Lest the pleading meows of our child amidst the
The Terror of the Night chills you to the bone!

Springtime in Bellingham

When all that you have known and all those around you have been
torn from you...
When your deep soul love from the beginning of time has sent you
Off packing like an orphan wandering in sheets of endless rain,
When the ground beneath you has dissolved and you feel that
You have nothing..that's when resentment begins to settle in and
You begin to part company with he who has known you from
The beginning of time, since he too, like all the rest that have come
before, has left you to squander in the pit and terror of night, Alone.

Lick your wounds. Continue to express sentiments of love!
As you attempt to breathe in this dark and dismal
Forsaken and forlorn night,
In the taciturn and frenzied sought-after dreams of solace
In the unrelenting silent screams of poverty, anguish and confusion
And when the Sun comes out and the bruises have begun to fade
Into the abyss.. that's when you begin to "turn the tide"
And leave him to die his lonely death.

The kite finally loosened from the wire never to return again!
And this Soul which had continued without pause or break to
Deeply love and cherish you is left with the entrails of Nothingness.

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No dear Sprite
You cannot stay
You have found your new Muse
And he awaits the glow of your Smile
...And the tender touch of your embrace
So remove yourself from this tree
From where your limbs entwined with mine.

A Broken Heart

Perhaps one day...
Alone on a rock with gulls and egrets abound
And the swooping golden eagle and the
Baby seal frolicking upon the sun-bathed rocks
Your heart will pause
And you will remember the love, joy and delight
Of your mate from the beginning of time.