Blue Cascade
cassia
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BLUE CASCADE
Start with a day that’s lemon luminous,
sip the lingering trace of moonsilence
as gold kisses the frosty feet of Rainier.
Tea kettle whistles across honeycombed
acres of snow-blown providence. Oranges
on the kitchen sill brighten the morning
into a huge spectacular usefulness,
the suede silver of aspens, coastal red
kisses breathed in oak and solid marble.
The interior diamonds of your soul
are what amaze me most. The moist
breath of pink glazed pearls pooling
intensely at the base of your neck.
The vocalizations there, sweet birds
and gentle bones, transcending.
It’s grace that falls, pure grace
and well-misted as San Francisco
fogbanks rolling in and early
rock and roll. Huge stereos
in maroon scirrocos. Aqualung
out onto Lake McCall. The cashmere
music of your sun-rubied clavicles
lavishing marvelously coconutted
out on the deck. May the day
bring you seashells and spring berries
supple as indigo chocolates.
In the end, the bliss you weave
is equal to the mystic green beginnings,
that tender liberty, love.
~
Start with a day that’s lemon luminous,
sip the lingering trace of moonsilence
as gold kisses the frosty feet of Rainier.
Tea kettle whistles across honeycombed
acres of snow-blown providence. Oranges
on the kitchen sill brighten the morning
into a huge spectacular usefulness,
the suede silver of aspens, coastal red
kisses breathed in oak and solid marble.
The interior diamonds of your soul
are what amaze me most. The moist
breath of pink glazed pearls pooling
intensely at the base of your neck.
The vocalizations there, sweet birds
and gentle bones, transcending.
It’s grace that falls, pure grace
and well-misted as San Francisco
fogbanks rolling in and early
rock and roll. Huge stereos
in maroon scirrocos. Aqualung
out onto Lake McCall. The cashmere
music of your sun-rubied clavicles
lavishing marvelously coconutted
out on the deck. May the day
bring you seashells and spring berries
supple as indigo chocolates.
In the end, the bliss you weave
is equal to the mystic green beginnings,
that tender liberty, love.
~
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sapphire
sunbeams
right back atcha
falling slowly on the gold
(my love in slumber):
caress her dreams
with
tales
and promises
and
eternity
of
in
throughout
my
new
Eastern
sun.
Japanese paper lantern
hushed
as a Dutch artist
dewy
underfoot
as paisleyed mushrooms
sprouting
near mossy stars
raw amber
capturing
a moment's
flight
the fossilized pewter
of old dreams
still
dazzling silver
in love's new eyes~~~
(encore, more sparkling cheese, cinnamon, champagne !!
joie de vivre, jolly gates all ajar)
WTF! Just today?
gets a gal agoin....
let's see....hmmm........
what's the formula..............
sumatra coffee, freshly ground
and throw a few ghiradelli double chocolate beans in too....
could be the Dare...of little canadienne princess saying the party was too quiet!! ooh look you got me all riled up (radar?) giggles.
no, really, i'm just abeaming
and it's snowing like biscuits !
lustrous pinks
on Rainier
snow fields,
reflected or
refracted from
joyglow of
friends smiles,
San Franciscan
midnights, icy
glaze Lake
McCAll, pearled
waters of
Snoqualomie Falls
at sunset,
splish splash
waters on
ferry hull
to Bainbridge,
(if the
best view
is just
around the
corner, why
bother?) &
sweet birds
echoing calls
as blistering
keyboards clang
the hall
at Bumpershoot--
yeah Blue
Cascade in
wondrous dawn,
lightfall memories
as icy
blue spring
waters Sahallie,
all glorious
in that
mossy dark
(hidden recesses)
grotto of
murmering mind--
spin us
another song
he said
(after all,
he was
so right
about White
Stripes, eh?)
spin us
another song,
lustrous lumins
Blue Cascadia,
circadian rhythms
remembering our
future, WOW!
and of
course, those
oranges, lemons,
sprigs of
cherries, all
wishing they
were made
from stars,
Jupiter rising
near full
moon night,
adieu, adieu,
ma petite
jeune fille,
my sweet
cass-cadian blu.
phishgod
Japanese paper lantern
hushed
as a Dutch artist
dewy
underfoot
as paisleyed mushrooms
sprouting
near mossy stars
raw amber
capturing
a moment's
flight
the fossilized pewter
of old dreams
still
dazzling silver
in love's new eyes~~~
REPRISE
Japanese lantern's
jade tourmaline
light, flickering
flames sparkling
joyous & bright,
silver & amber,
pinkening golds,
palette of
diamonds-fire
colorful & blue,
all through
the dark
wood of
night, starfire
and sapphires:
--that's how
I love you.
the night
--February 10, 2004
@pth
IAG YASB
yr boy
phishgod
and she lets go the
cloud paper petticoats that fall
and blush
for the touch to the toes
is just too much
so beautiful I might
eat rocks atop grapenuts
in grapefruit juice
snow-capped with sugar
for want of the ache to dissapear
this promised life befallen
where i once woke
to tides and mountains
all at the same time
my ocean lost
the icecap melts
coming back
to fill the bay
with a 1968 impala
muscle car
livin close to sea and mountain
here, in the flat lands, only dreams
but way superior gorgeous leaves
in autumn...
sof i find myself achin for those
pinnacle 2-3 weeks when the colors
go wild
~~
"rocks atop grapenuts"
reminds me
old saturday night live
skit Quarry Cereal
all pond-drenched
golden
in orange light,
the little candles
burning
there,
safe-souled
adrift
on
the soft Ganges~
and love keeps us
warm
and solid in earthquakes
or self-doubt
and many are the reassurances
of sun
but come March, bleachyblue noons and weighty blossoms, pregnant luscious nature's germens and trees pulsing green from the earth, making love to the blue bejewelled blissweaving sky forever!!!
does
a tree
inspire
you
yes, and the sleeping twigs
laden with snow
soften
in
dreams
of tomorrow's colors
vital!
vibrant
with transatlantic seascapes
and telepathic kisses
for one who
sleeps on the Pacific rim~~
so much love,
and the romantic gems of springtime
are just nuggets
of the gold-rainbowed eternal moment
ART
the love-instant of total aesthetic arrest
(Joyce)
and the thingyness of now
becomes
so BIG
and romance leads to revelation
of the giant oneness
reverberating
in toes and roots
**
sun green
snow white
and a volume of hues
floating
on the breeze~~~~
holy smokes... i forgot about this
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!