Olive Branches

"the depth of me"



It is still too early. I know because I feel the damp  cool fingers of morning dew brush my tilted face. But my face feels hot. Some of the thoughts behind it.

Dreams of the night before. Interesting surreal stuff.

I was first lady of the United States of America. It was Michelle Obama’s fault.

It all started at some kind of charity event. Children. Lots of security.

She was taking me to the head of security to ensure my credentials were entered into the system.

He seemed surprised when I introduced myself. But quickly responded when he realized it was true.

Later we went to the White house. And all this time everyone seemed to fall in line behind the authority that had me there; even though to me it seemed unreal.

I examine the still dark sky for a sign this day will be beautiful. There’s music. Happy chirps, and squeals of delight from birds that herald this day with me.

‘Will this day be great?’ ‘Will this day be special?’

But before it sneaked up on me in the throes of a befuddled unconscious state of mind, I did not know I dreamed.

Hmmm. Deep breath. Whatever face this day shows, I am ready. Because dreams do come true.



I wanted the sun to shine in the night

I knew it would

because if anybody could bring the sun, you could

I wanted to remain dry in the heat of a hurricane

certain with you, anything is possible

I saw my wings every time I looked in the mirror with your face next to mine


You see, I saw the sun in every night

all you had was to look at me

and the stars would burst in song

all my senses alive with you

But you are an Illusion I can’t let go of.


And no, I don’t care for my heart now

its blind alleys leave me for dead

I can’t hold on, and yet I can’t let go

of my sun in the night




The colors are screaming red. The tires are screeching to a halt on the gravel. Light is exploding in my brain, my vision blurred with mist. I shield my eyes from the glare of the moon with my wrist.

Morning is a long way off, but I have to go. If I had the strength to let you in, I should be strong enough to let you go.

The stars stare at my still form now, on this quiet night and mock my shaky resolve.

They bear witness to what you no doubt can never see. The tears are clogged in my throat. I cannot let the moon see any more than he already has.

He might whisper secrets has has no business revealing.

Who says love should break me?  Logic fled my company ages ago. Because these steps I have taken with eyes closed.

Don’t ask me why.  Whether or not this is strength, I knew I had to let you go at some point.

But the road I stare at in this twilight is an empty one.




My truest taste of wine, was off your lips. Deep in your mouth I found my tongue wrapped in the most exquisite love play.

Bursts and flames of sun and light and heat obliterated everything. Now drunk on you, I keep falling deeper each day.

A little unsteady, I am floating among the strings of the music you play.No more me; but an extension of you; only running as far as your arms’ length to be pulled right back.

Before I roamed, chased and hounded love. Love eluded me in turn. He circled me, baited me only to drop me a thousand feet with no safety net.

Like the wind parts the folds of red rose petals, your hands roam the walls of my heart, filling voids I didn’t know holed up inside me.

Light as the wind, caution is lost in translation.


Now the curtain falls and we both rush to pull it back up.

Piece by piece it all comes together. You on the first and last page and every moment in between.

Thoughts, hands, souls, skins aligned no breath in between.




Let’s go to the place-
where flowers don’t wither and die but live forever
and when we ride the peak of sun-
our passions don’t scorch us to extinction

let’s make our home beyond the moon and stars
warm airsoft clouds our bed- devoid of thorns





A light bulb that warms my blood till my skin is clamoring to be shed.



the time is never quite enough with you.

I sought logic’s counsel when I met you-

but logic deserted me upon diagnosis.

I forget every caution- my heart beats more than a little bit faster-

even my hands are not quite steady-

when you’re near.


And yet-

this cannot be-

You cannot be –


And yet you are-

that restlessness that will not let me be-

that impossible endless sweet dream at all hours-

awake- asleep-

your hands-
paint a universe for you and I-

where time stops and starts again-

at the sight of you-

at the sound of your voice-

in the warmth of your embrace,
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Mystical forest


Daily I make my bed in this mystical forest,
with a diamond tear for a pillow,
on a ruby bed air-soft, I must be nestled between two cumulus clouds.
The grass under my feet is silky to the touch
In it I roll round and round till my head is spinning,
and time has stopped to the rhythm of my heartbeat.


My friends in this mystical forest are right where they should be.
Giant golden birds sway to music from my lips.
Today I saw a sapphire phoenix standing on two feet.
Here the sun won’t stop shining,
and the Ancient of days has a crown for everyone,
living creatures-thousands and ten thousands- a choir sings
and their voices paint endless rows of rainbows.

And here I make my music


Be thou my vision


If the day should ever come,

and my eyes are no longer my own-

gorged out by world perceptions, concepts, conventions and opinions,

when black and white are the same,

and I can’t tell right from wrong-


Should the day ever come-

when your name is too leaden for my tongue-

and I am ashamed to admit I love you more than my life-

and the thought of spending time in your house sends me scampering for non-existent chores and excuses

-work assignments- friends- fatigue- family obligations-


If the day should ever come

that my eyes are mirrors of this world- consumed by the wisdom of this fallen universe-

Be thou my vision Elshaddai.


‘Know therefore that the LORD your God is God; He is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love Him and keep his commandments.’


Unrestrained, your love


Perfection takes on a new ring, at the thought of you

The wealth of your love has no mysteries- unrestrained-wild-free-endless-timeless.


from dusk to dawn, its hurricane does not overwhelm.

It’s all shades, paints, and hues, running blood-red, and burning fierce as the furnace Daniel’s friends braved.


Giants cower at my approach, oceans part before me, and death runs like a headless chicken.

Your love is the ripped scarlet curtain allowing me unfeterred access to the rock of ages.

Your love is the forever outstretched golden sceptre – free entrance to the King of Kings.

For me, your love turned its back on a crown of countless invaluable jewels,

choosing a crown of thorns.

Your love is proud to belong to me- authentic- it does not tease.

It will not end- renewed with each breath I take-

It is untouched by human definitions – surpassing all intellect-

You don’t give your love in pieces-

consumed- whether I sink or swim-

I am content in my brazen obsession with your love


I am dancing in the unfiltered light of your love on angel’s wings

Wearing Esther’s crown I twirl to my King’s heartbeat.






636029254197626346-774245137_Love-Story-v-Prage-001talk of love

that elusive mist

reappearing and disappearing at will

chasing me and eluding me all at once

into the heart of the art and science of us



dance to this tune-

ride the supple flow of the rainbow-

and explode in the heart of the fireworks-

melt with the sun in tenderness-

and be born – again with the dawn-

in the heart of heaven.

Ours is a divine love-

so by all means, let’s.


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