My Diamond Heart Loves Her Baby Soul
The sky was like moonstone. It was grey and opaque. Snowflakes were falling as a stream of ice shavings. They crackled and hissed as they coated me. Snowflakes danced and turned into dust. I was going backward and forward. I was in the same place watching this. On the roof while writing for my beloved, I sat facing south. I could see the massive snow drift in front of me. Orb of sun hidden behind cloud could not shine little. The glistening of snow could not be found. I was unfolding and unwinding with love. To be foisted on by past events is what I think stale meant. I did not want to be stale, but fresher for my heartthrob. I’m in love with Anna in this.
I was seeing the ache that ran for miles and miles turn around and jump into place, bringing me back to my center. It was a slow daily process, releasing and resolving. Finding a way to express it is a challenge I might add. But it’s crucial for me you see. I got this from work I did some time ago. Her love mountain was thinly veiled. I was craving her long dark wavy hair. 4 pigeons flew by -one went the other way. A crow cawed twice, from my right. Crows cawed amid groaning snow removal trucks. The wind was cool. It was soft. A crow cawed too faraway for counting. I kept hearing muffled caws. Energy set me straight up as a little dog barked and more snow was blowing right past me. I’m in love with Anna in this.
A car honked, a plane burbled. Snowflakes on my love diary page gummed up my black pen. I was coming closer together with her as sparrows chirped all of a sudden. Snowflakes frenetically whizzed in a maddening rush. Snowflakes were hopping up and down. It began falling in very large clumps, at a relentless rate. Her mountain of love was foggy now. My ground loves her well. My illumination loves her star. My lasting loves her treasure. My king’s throne loves her epicenter. My purple loves her temple queen. My solid loves her stone. My balancing loves her spinning top. My pattern loves her spider’s web. My essence loves her soul.
My skeleton loves her stability. My smoke loves her clarity. My intersection loves her shopping center. My seeds love her renewal. My salt loves her base. My ground loves her rug. My rose window loves her purple magnificence. My remedy loves her concentrate. My celebrating loves her dance. My purification loves her priestess. My point loves her one point. My core loves her pearls. My values love her one world. My gem loves her clear crystal. My center loves her nucleus. My affirmation loves her baby. My necessary loves her navel. My concentration loves her meditator. My focus loves her candle light. My heart loves her joy. My worship loves her God. My fountain loves her symmetry. My simplicity loves her flower. My permanent loves her sacred figures. My altar loves her cathedral. My lasting loves her diamond. My gift loves her crown. My equilibrium loves her truth. My center loves her equilateral cross. My alignment loves her compass. My primary loves her chi. My ashes loves her ground. My comet loves her origination. I love her black lunar bible verse from my Egyptian box “At the voice of thy cry; when he shall hear it, he will answer thee.” -Isaiah 30:19. I love Anna Dirksen.