Jun 15, 2016

Nostalgic Mystery

This is true. You have made me
a mysterious heaven,
motioning in silence,
a cosmic walk,
your pillar on the moon,
every step is for the purpose,
my opportunity to draw nearer,
drink from the well of valley stars,
to quench the wet fire that arise and arise,

from a single thought,
single memory, or journal entry,
what follows is a symbolic token of you,
it is obvious as the lit days lengthening,
reopening and closing ...
as apple crisp candles in my nostalgic dreams,
as the mushroom trance of  Mozart's symphony,
and where I perch and resume
alludes my search back to you,
shivering that black peace of mystery

By Jhpoetry 2015-2016
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