"Bifrons"

 One face has faced infinity and revels in the ride

All ruts encountered on the way are taken slow, in stride

Another face of withered stare is on the other side

A burning deep impatience with no thought of fear or pride

The cry of reason stifles as the aching heart does smother

The winds of fate are weathered by the iron of the other

To pass through time, a ghost, the merest wisps of life and sense

While darkly lit, a whisper's heard, the mists, at once, condense

The faces fold, appear as one, the burden set aside

The ache is gone, the heart is one, the tears have all been cried

"A cascade of you"

 A cascade of you

As the thoughts that ripple through my mind

Bring to life the love of you, I find

That winter is a passing thing, indeed

From depths of gloom, I find that I am freed

So many images and thoughts proceed

To celebrate cascade of you with deed

To watch the water of your wonderfalls

Of passion and emotion as it calls

To sear the painted sky with colours all

To wash away your tears before they fall

"Reflections"

 Reflections

Residing upon incandescence defined

In pool of the mirror of glamorous mind

The shimmer of feelings evolving in time

With rhythm in ripples which flourish sublime

Metamorphosis blossoms, transforming the view

Of all of the wonders of Gaia anew

"Waves and Tides"

 Waves and tides

Like tides that ebb and flow upon the sea

The drowning of the demons by degree

Like waves that wash upon the shore of life

That move with steady force to end the strife

The cleansing of the rage and fury mounts

The shore is washed, the cleansing that recounts

The wane of whirling dervishes surmounts

"The Revel"

 The Revel

The revelry that sculpts the day in thoughts and dreams of you

All the brilliance of florescence crafting lustrous view

To celebrate is not the phrase but revelry will do

Describing all the whirls of wonder shaping rendezvous

Of heart and passion for the sake

Of all the love your eyes awake

The revel is the due

What form it takes is cast unto

The flare of beauty's retinue

Caressing with a gentle hand

The flame is lit, the fire is fanned

"The Travelers"

 The Travelers

Once the day was folded up and, then, been put away

The travelers toasted final cup ‘fore ambling on their way

The weary Dream donned raincoat pale, the darkened road to face

Staid Principles' so well-worn cloak was slowly shrugged in place

They trudged along together then, at quite a lonely pace

Both broken rhyme and deepest ruts were oft the dismal case

Along the darkened road there stood gloom’s shadows here and there

The massive mound of rocks looked vaguely like a well-worn care

A tree of disappointment seemed like end of all that's known

They slowly moved together as they heard a ticking moan

But, what was that they saw ahead, a traveler on the road

They brightened just a little, then, for good he seemed to bode

Ah, bright Heart, in tattered tails, you comfort all you see

The aching back of Principles from bitter drudgery

And saddened eyes of tired Dreams that sheltered from the art

Did lose their pain, forevermore, in presence of great Heart

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"First Light"

 First Light

It has become a morning rite

To witness that first spray of light

That comes with every day

The launch of light is morning's gift

That breach of darkness causes rift

From view of black and grey

The heart, now wanders back from pain

To look at life without disdain

The cure is a cliche

"Beneath the sun"

 Beneath the sun

Hidden in the depths of shadows reigns the flower gold

Aching just to see the light, the flower does unfold

The sense of its disorder that conflicts with senses bold

Leaves the flower's beauty still in shadows, still untold

The thought of un-deservedness is shadows, nothing more

See the glimmer of the light 'tween shadows left before

Within the shadows, comfort reins, obscuring all above

Confusing all the meaning and intent of one whose love

Is aching for the chance in life to bring the bloom away

From shadows that impede the blooming joy in every way

The glimmering of flower seen in words within the song

Heartening the notion that brief light has come along

The one whose love is aching for the flowering to bloom

Has lost his chance interpreting entendres in the gloom

The ache to think that flower will return to dark of night

Rends the heart immeasurably in pain and endless fright

Did this heart begin to bring the light to heart of one

To brighten it in loving ways revealed beneath the sun

The never-ending question lost in depths of dark and gloom

A backward step is taken just to leave the flower room

To let the flower gain the light of warm and gentle sun

A hand held out remains for the encouragement of one

But heart is stilled

Emotion filled

Until the flower opens just a little more to say

The hand is welcome in the gesture that it does convey

"Anchor"

Anchor

It ripped apart my mind for many years

Confusion ruled  the mind; and eyes, the tears

My surety in all developed cracks

As life displayed for me all that it lacks

The rending of this heart, there seemed no end

As I encountered monsters round each bend

For all along, those many years in which I bled the sun

You appeared as anchor conjured as I pled for one

So, no, a muse is not all that you are

I found my soul was moored unto a star

My dearest Constellation Florence kept me steady, sane

Roaming walls of truth where dwelled the bane

As courses of events converged to clarify

I raised my head from ground and drew a sigh

So, now, it seems appropriate to say Great heart and I

Thank you for your patience as we offered you the sky

Of course, I wish there could be more

But, days have past and age has scored

I just hope you see the day

When wrought, the work sets soul aweigh

I imposed on you, of that there is no doubt

As I struggled so to find the right way out

Though privacy and bleeding soul were clear

I still imposed myself on you, my dear

I hope that I have compensated through

All the love and heart I sent to you

It all is true, though ages make it seem

A foolish thought, just ripples of a dream

I leaned on you, I needed it so bad

Though I am sure it seemed I am a cad

A crazy man, I'm sure is what it seems

As words just poured from me in endless streams

My mind was shattered twice within a span

As lonesome effort drove this lonely man

I know I must have seemed a crazy mess

As I lay open to the wound's distress

Sorry about that

"The fascination"

 The fascination

This is very awkward but I finally found the fascination

All of my loves combined in revelation

It is the face

My heart does race

Infini Entendre is all that can describe that face

I expand beyond all proportions

Aright all of life's small distortions

It is the voice

There is no choice

My every cell vibrates to that voice

I've often thought that I should be ashamed

For loving so a woman I don't know

And for so many other reasons

But, now I find it is the soul so aimed

At me; For that une autre vie is the only show

For all of the seasons

There is no choice

I am aligned and in tune

You create my existence

I will have une autre vie

For so many reasons

It is refined, Maybe June

There is no resistance

I will create une autre vie

For all the seasons

You are, of course, correct; no more dreaming; we both deserve the real thing.  A life of sighs.  It's been a long time coming. 

Maybe not my favorite poem but surely my favorite thoughts.  They are accurate.

It is so far from my favorite poetry that I will probably be driven to rewrite it forever.  At least I know I expressed most of what I meant to address.  Though, because of one word, one reality (infini), I can never express it fully.  Not in this life, at least.

Oh, by the way, we will learn guitar and piano next life thoroughly.  When it counts.

It's really, really a horrible poem.  Since, I have found so many other ways in which you are a Kaleidoscope I had to start a list.