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Utterance (to DanAE) I speak in the tongue of sampaguitas and cloudless blue tropic skies While you speak a language of tulips and rolling verdant fields And yet - despite the polarity of our born voices we speak the same poetry that inhabits our constant souls And beneath the veneer of brown or fair skin our Spirits are One and shine with the same radiance of verse and inspired word And while the miles serve to keep our Selves apart we bridge the gap with line and ryhme And we speak in voices that transcend meaning. Ritual Birth by Raymond Maribojoc To spring dusk past twilight the Scented breeze sultry with woodsmoke And unsacramented incense To partake of swollen dew-seeds Fallen tearlike through clenched Loamed fingers and touch the pulse of Murmured and trickled mute brooks Past weathered grass caressed with makahiya Feathers and palm the heaved fruits rosened Peaked to the flush of lighted candlewicks Dancing to the wail of unseen bamboo flutes Plow, then- the unrocked furrows of Fresh damp unsown earth fertile... When Into Infinity The Moment Stretches Beneath White From A Half-risen Half Moon And The Molten Gold Of A Half-sunken Sun Mingled Sweated Into A Soft Silk Carpet of Stars and- And outside the nocturne crickets Drone their lullabies in unceasing monotone. Void by R Maribojoc We love our minds entwining into mergence- our mouths rounding oh's; soundless our limbs weaving weaving patterns indelibly as we fall into each other when- we love. Serenade by R Maribojoc Do you listen, I wonder to the soft lilting music of the dusk- the flight of trees winged with verdant feathers? Or do you dance the slow stately waltz of rainclouds, hung low, dark and heavy over the stillness of your eyelid? When the sund's warm lips brushed against yours did you greet the newborn morn with the endless harmony of your eternal soul? Love- be- that dawn that sky that tree, that ever would reach for the firmament of your reflection. |