Из России с любовью
Vintage Russian postcard (From Russia with Love) In the blue light of a moving train The Summer Triangle shimmers aloft Glistening Vega whispers to Lyra The secrets of an impassioned tryst The images inside her trembling eyelids The flash of gold against Midnight’s cobalt The warmth of darkened dreaming Enveloped within amethyst folds The traveled steps upon distant stars The glimmering path to an open doorway Through which you enter silently brushing Dust motes fallen from an ancient edifice Specks of ash from the burning pyre Drifting across the multiverse The one we inhabit undisturbed No such fire shall consume it For we belong to starlit night In the burnished sun we do not dwell We have escaped the moving train With prolific love expanding LiNdA...
Read MoreMoon, Mars and Meteors
6 x 9 Watercolor Joshua Tree, CA A midnight sky of clouded scales Lightning bolts from a salmon stream Emerging from these golden eddies The gleaming vessels of Moon and Mars The silhouettes of secretive trees Propped against a sleeping mountain Awareness of our whispered breaths Consummates a desert yearning We are blue auras within the sheltered valley The fragmented skeletons of honored dead This holy place submerged in a chromosphere A bier illuminated by a persimmon lantern Grains of sand adrift impacted earth Our feet alight on a granular pillow The quiescent flora of an arid dream Yields the fragrance of wind-driven days So does the Meteor kiss the face of Nyx Above the deepest recesses of shadowed stone We are thus revealed from our hiding hollow And our trembling mouths drink the moonbeams...
Read MoreSo What’s Next?
(dedicated to Alejandro Jodorowsky) And the years have swiftly passed Yet each occasion is a new beginning No words are recast nor emotions unreeled It is as it is, and an eon exists within an hour A complete story though the end is untold We are wrapped in a cocoon of amethyst geode The only light sparks from a burning wick The shadows embracing a midnight offering An existence of perpetual foreplay In this magical hour between hope and afterlife Love enters in, between the passages The halls through which we walk on naked feet There is no We beyond the current continuum The future holds not a place for remote hearts They live solely in the mind of The Film Maker Holding within him a vintage hammer The preparation for an attainable death For one who has taken many steps Now exposed in flickering tints Who longs still for his father’s embrace While he walks through endless doors...
Read MoreCosmos Echoes
4 x 6 watercolor A pale shimmer Beyond her darkened face A fragranced effusion Along a vaulted trajectory So far and away At last receiving Our hypnotic whispers The doomed star In a black hole’s grasp The fading light And flickering dust Burning out Her death cry A wrenching echo LiNdA
Read MoreAn Unusual Spectacle
Depiction of possible aurora over Nuremberg, Germany 28 December 1560 Above the rooftop The Moon suspended Her gleaming mask Waning gibbous And there was dancing Beneath the Roman tiles For the ceiling as the floor Both planed from wood For a song dispersed To a bashful heart Carries a note Of just-pressed wine The stanza lingers Among billowing folds A forgotten message Pleads a whispered escape Wrapped in fleeting gauze A nimbus hovering O’er the distracted gaze Of your hidden eyes While the flickering tongues Of burning embers Soften the nature Of unyielding destiny A hypnotic trance Inhabits a darkened plum Your words echo sotte voce Under the spell of El Condór...
Read MoreFollow the Dots
Flugblatt of Basel, 1566 Samuel Coccius Concerning celestial events seen in the sky 27-28 July and 7 August (Dedicated to Yayoi Kusama) I see your reflection in my own Though I am here and you have flown Into a pinpoint universe Where our endless music plays The cunning spheres inhabit the plane For a moment they remain separate Though soon the beams will connect While a point projects in all directions Our souls in light years Burst from a binary star And we, the barycenter Look out from our smallness The intimate gourd surrounding The essential essence of existence We have tasted the fruit Inside the warming chamber Enclosed in a stark white box To feel the weight of the obscure We obliterate ourselves in dots The unending enigma of Infinity...
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