Oh Rocking Chair Jesus
Make me glow old in the 
arms of my love
Make my bones a path for the
Young
Dance with me in the fires of our 
sins for I have two hearts
one with blood and one with none
My eyes see trees of a calling sky
of blue
LIght the prayers of a sleeping sun
that kisses the great river 
The river that leads to all oceans
with dreams of my love my lovers
Take time in love my rocking chair
Come here
Can I kiss you to taste your lips
mouth to mouth
In the north end of the deep river
for my heart with no blood
needs your calling love It’s a magic Day You bring my soul to the wind
don't let go
Don't let go to the golden bow
that shines the color of your hair
My friend
For the light of the arrow is my heart
Here on the path of snow days
My time to the sound and there
is stillness
You see more than your eyes
As white is cold and sound is your 
Own breath
What more could one share but space in
time
Oh my King of God the sorcerer of no
words
I will dream in color tonight
For moving time in spaces
Spaces in the path of out taking The Barred Window a queer sight it was as he stroked the redness of a rose waving and pointing a stick in the sky you the sky are a sliver blanket and the sun a clear and shining windows then he ran though milk puffing milkweed puffing and kicking it to the sky i,ll walk though all mountain streams and fine loose gold for this is a queer world we live in and the sun is shining on a field on a field of milkweed Whatever What do you see is it
Really me
Am I just here or is it
Real
So I lay at night with no light
But my own
If I know I would give you 
The spoil of time
LIke the cameo of a shell
But my tears are pools of gold and my richness is my being To all words you give me The hope of the whatever
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Share The coming  of love in a small mirror, leaving the sent of that summer like the blue clouds of colored blood. Hearts in love of a open door was no more than a dying flower in your eyes of tears. And your pretty face a mask of a colored sky. My lips are the passing sun of a flower like a vase that prays for the simplest thing, and that is water. And fingers shine to dry her eyes, childhood robbed in the coming years of they closed me in a locked door living me a virgin of no mothers love a spark of fire a touch of old souls the enemies of lost love give in to my freedom as a war prisoner of no sound but my own. Blinded eyes not even open to the mine I call out in my voice of no words it is blue and it loves you take my hand and it will undress you with lies of your own love. but free as death do them there own mask of there own war of no more love day time of night he dressed me with a golden love of an understanding of my night and day and he called me my name and who may he be?