MYSTICAL POEMS SERIES by Ghairo Daniels

  I EMPTY MYSELF                            

I am filled with an undying Love for Life

Cells, molecules, expressions, eyeballs

Dancing in windy tears of Joy

Curls crafted in silk

Undying, unfolding, evolving

Lips and roses here and there

Changing sea breezes in mist

Shadows streaming on blueberries

Sights from bicycles silver

Smooth amber on dripping branches of bursting olives

In golden dust of fat worms crawling

Wondrous colour upon colour

Petals dangling crimson upon buttercup daisies

Golden gleaming wheels of human doves

Airplanes, black limousines

Taxi’s picking up lemon wrinkled

Men buying brandy

Wide-hipped housewives smiling

Waddling bums shopping in the mall

Bags bursting with subsidized loaves of

Hot buns screaming notes of noise

Ardent bellies filled and starving

Verses, emotions, instructions, directions

Burning streaks up in flames

God watches as tears unfold upon ashes

While green grass grows in thunder

Another year of singing, crying, making

Plans of hope and flimsy ambitions fly

Learning, thanksgiving, sighs of despair

I watch in wonder as Death and Life

Appear in purple on cherries in the valley

Evolving forever to disappear once more

magical orange upon golden white

Ever-resting, ever-moving

I empty myself

To start again.      Copywrite : GhairoDaniels

FOLLOW ME NOT : one of my divinity poems

 FOLLOW ME NOT

Follow me not

My destination is the unknown beyond

The cloud of unknowingness

Beyond the mists of time

Cling not to me

I scorch to sparkling cinders

Or freeze cells to lift them

Throwing them to heavens pink

Look not at my screen

I would have disappeared into

Olive groves which furl and unfurl

At the touch of sound

Come not to my gate

No-one is there

Entice me not

With tickets to a show or

Gifts of rosy chocolates

Meals in front of the fire warm

Sweet almond nougat in pretty boxes

Orchards of ripe berries, yellow butterflies

Dark rooms filled with secrets

And silky amber scarves

Make no promises of what I desire

Is what will appear

Embroil me not in beautiful passions

And soft golden hair

Where ruby notes of divine music

Warms my marrow

Take my gifts of tears

And be gone into rows of grapevines

Herbs and butternut

Where I am free I do not exist

There dwells what you seek

And what you seek is an

Illusion of light which dies and lives

In one moment of ecstatic rainbows

To touch it is to know it

In a second

When whiffs pass you by

In a flutter of dragonfly wings

The search is done

The face of God seen

A message clear

Journey dissolved.