This body is so young
how can it contain my age?
life upon life
the stars my sisters
age upon age
in so little time
why so deep?
depth under depth
I am buried
a growing young sprout
from the codes of the universe
secrets locked within designs
I live among the chaff
pushing up from beneath
as it tumbles on the surface
in the winds
I turn to the light they are husks to
so busy in their rustling, restless
eagerly becoming the dust they are
this growing is painful
to generate new
to untangle the codes
to crack open the shell
and not be empty husk
easier to be vacant inside
with nothing to germinate
to give in to decay
but that is no life
though the weightless float lightly
just brushing the soil
as if it were dirty
their movement decieves them
animated they scramble in the wind
as it blows them away
I sigh an ancient sigh
as old as the wind, it seems
as I have started the cycle anew
my soul remembers winters
why?
it is only spring
eternity an endless second
I am but a blink
a thought conscious of itself
impossible awareness
feelings tuned reverbrate in air
so I know truth
that may not be fact
but lurks within me nonetheless

-Elise April 4, 1996
Pad softly through the midnight moss
scent the spices of the night
mist caresses every contour
as warm breeze fingers through glistening leaves
the basking glow still rising from stone
to mingle with nightfall's cooling balm
swirling as eddies of light and shadow
the breath of night and day whisper together
feel the pull of pools of moonlight
bathing in the wash of silver
cascading like tides flowing ovet the body
calling up currents response in the blood
pour through the wood like liquid silver
part of the rising ebb through the trees
give chase to the spirit of the night
rippling through the dappled arbors
and dew lit star fields in the grass
sing with the moon as it sings through your blood
give voice to the melody that pours through your soul
immerse yourself in dusky passions
intimately touched by the velvet darkness
tracing tremors up the spine
tasting the shivering, shimmering delight
of luxuriating in the night's embrace

-Elise April 14, 1996
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