the Voodoo Man saw her
before she saw herself.
Third eye opening slowly
against the night's revelries.
An eclipse moving across
all sensible space and time.
Dismissing the unnecessary-
observing the undeniable.
Breaking ice, atoms, careless waves
and conventional wisdom.
It is quite possible that
the Gypsy Lady saw him
before he saw himself
in the year of the
gathering moon.
Speaking healing words
of which there is
no rhyme or recollection.
She listened.
Come come, now. Come closer.
Together in daylight-
but the night loves anything
that moves
mysteriously.
Casting spells and sparking forest fires
in each others name.
Drinking from inspired wells-
for what is more precious
than water?
Stirring only sweetness
into galvanized cauldrons.
Weaving perfumed music.
A mass of warm energy
holds them perfectly.
Seeing well above perforated skies
and far beyond
flesh failures.
Darting in and out of secondary worlds.
The Voodoo Man.
The Gypsy Lady.
Tomorrow's children
in unexpected playgrounds.
3 comments:
Maaannnn loooook, I take a short hiatus & what do I come back to?........the most beautifulest thing in the world, that's what.
Perfectly painted pictures of pleasure is what your words are.....in this entry as well as the others.
May your sweet dreams materialize & solidify. Keep on lettin' your inner voice shine, Jane. Always a pleasure.
And where do you get your pictures from? Always on point. Keep it going, babes. One Love.
This piece is incredible!
@ Soups- I'm gonna let it shine. No stopping now.
@ Pub Stunt- Thank you, Luv. Much appreciated.
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