Magic Twilight
Moving thru the magic twilight, Anticipation of the mystic moonlight.
Going deep; deep into the heart of wonder, The presiding spirit; no man can set asunder, Angels haunt the darkened forest, The coming night like a tempest, The mechanics of the heavens tilt and twirl, The stars glint in an angel's eyes like a pearl, The dead world is now filled with the living earth, The age of wonder has given birth, Radiance; sheer radiance of being, Testimony of vision; eyes all seeing, The contours of the shadows melt, Into a feeling as of yet unfelt.
Moving thru the magic twilight, Anticipation of the mystic moonlight.
Transfigured in sight in sound, Into a higher heaven; up onto higher ground, Divine presence in the mortal coil, Feminine sky seeks the fertile soil, Iridescent tapestry of evening descending, The still point of the turning world to which all motion is tending, Like a river wild into the blue, This cadence pays tribute; this cadence plays true, Heavenly brilliance transcends the landscape, Unknown colors; indistinct shapes, This is a language beyond all tongues, The breath of bliss to working lungs.
Moving thru the magic twilight, Anticipation of the mystic moonlight.
Welcome the drowning heart of desire, Behold this king crowned in fire, One more dance to the fading away, All that is left to the memory of a day, The threads of time unwind as light as a soul, Passion flames beyond all content of control, For this is the fruition of all knowing, This is where all rivers stop flowing, And now across the face of the deep, All is silence; all is sleep, So now listen to this silence; this silence that sings, Beauty; there is beauty in all things.
Moving thru the magic twilight, To bath in the mystic moonlight.
Feb. 90
Thunder Root
Sculpted light falls from the heavens onto an otherwise nocturnal world, Phenomenal life bending towards its loving light, Spirit moves like music thru the air; beyond all normal sensory perception, Unity is oblivious; nature; artifice; ego; senseless night.
Butterfly swirls joyous thru the air; chasing destiny’s tail, Time is a broken clock that keeps ticking yet the hands do not move, Deep dark universe; sweet mystery may you never be solved, Many the deeds of man; from brutal murder to the grandest painting hanging in the Louvre.
Existence seems unreal but then to non existence; only natural, The dance of electricity; spark singing in the wire, Phantom darkness; fear; myth; wild imagination; poetry, Gods of design; a cold wind blows from the heart of fire.
World of magic none the less for slight of hand, Death like a scapegoat; true medicine for the world weary; lovers of the sea, Brutal man of habit will not concede futility, Sirens sing across ages a song of what will be.
Dark sister; mother of the morning; come find your children, Cut right thru the fields of May in a wake of stardust and treasure, This thought in action is like a child just finding feet, In the cavern of sensation hunting the touchstone of pleasure.
Adiaphorous nature bears the seasons with a virginal smile, And unashamed is the wondrous spring to bare its fruit, The real soul is a caprice on the scattering wind, Lightning pelts the earth as the thunder tries to take root.
Obstinate foliage burdens the garden of rain, Roads of ancient footprints lead to the new world of light, Emotion receives a mandate from the senses and cast a shadow on the absolute, And so now nature has lost its divine rite.
March 89
Russian Winter
Instrumental
Feb. 90
Windfall
It’s like trying to carve a statue out of air, You can get halfway done before you realize there’s nothing there, Then you see that breath carves a place all its own, Living is the art of flesh and bone, And how many times will I forget before I final remember this, That a lifetime of pain can be soothed in a moment's bliss, There is only now and that's the way it was even then, And from now on I'm gonna live my life now; not when.
I’ll sail in which ever direction the wind's blowing, As long as I know you're by my side, Just happy to know; without knowing, Life is not meant for nothing but just being alive.
I see the sun going down over the shining pond, As the lord of the night waves his magic wand, With so much worry in our lives we forget what we’re living for, Adrift on a hopeless ocean we stop looking for the shore, But the only time you're lost is when you stop trying to find your way, And if you can't see in the dark don’t worry it will soon be day, Trouble comes and trouble goes; all you can do is let it come and let it go. Because when the sun comes out you’ve got to grow.
I’ll sail in which ever direction the wind's blowing, As long as I know you're by my side, Just happy to know; without knowing, Life is not meant for nothing but just being alive.
July 89
Heaven's Earth
A golden sunset appears before my field of vision, Then the dark night appears after a moment of indecision, And if tomorrow never comes I will just be thankful for today, My mind drifts back but my memory is held at bay.
Eternity shoots thru my being in a flash, Yesterday never was; tomorrow already gone, And I’m gonna be a golden ray, In the miracle of dawn.
Heaven’s earth feels good underneath my feet, Just the air that fills my lungs seems like a treat, Every fool's folly is just an angel in the wine, The hips of a beautiful woman; sculpted flesh so fine.
Ecstasy shoots thru my heart skips a beat, She’s an Earth bound angel in her light, You be the moon I’ll hold you, In the arms of the night.
Oh it can't be sometimes it’s to good to be true, Could you really ever know how much I love you, My heart beats in unison with your breath, Nothing could defeat this life in me; no not even death.
Sweet life shoots thru my soul like a flame, And it means everything and that's what it’s worth, I still feel the thunder of creation, From the core of heaven's earth.
Aug. 89
Nascent Horizons
The harvest is in view; scattering in the lonesome wind, The grapes ripe on the vine for the making of wine my taste does tend, This landscape too dazzling for language; beyond the breath of words, The sky is in bloom, Like a bride for her groom, And filled with beautiful birds, I feel the world has just come into being with the pulse in my veins, And move at your ease, All is to please, In shivers of pleasures and pains, I feel the infinity of life stretched beyond and before my humble existence, The seed sparks the flower, The hope of the hour, And bends toward the sun in persistence.
Oh I’m just beginning to be what I am, The loin has laid down with the lamb, In ecstasies of vision; in throes of doubt, My soul is alive and my soul's coming out.
Passion turns with the wind its flushed cheek towards the rising weather, The yielding of lovers, As they toss in the covers, In love with the idea of just being together, I’ve searched for you all over the place; now I see you everywhere, By the river under the tree, On the beach by the sea, I will meet you there, Standing in the shadows; I see the contours of the light, The delicate muse, I study her blues, Lost in the magic twilight, Endless earth; unfathomed universe of god's design, I shudder in bliss, From a rainbow's kiss, Of all that is; was; and will be mine.
Oh I’m just beginning to be what I am, The loin has laid down with the lamb, In ecstasies of vision; in throes of doubt, My soul is alive and my soul's coming out.
Like the living color of a sunset I feel a light in me, The past is just the shadow of what will be, The great bosom of the earth; oh life is this sweet milk, The fingers of the muse stroke my imagination like it was silk, Makes me want to fall on my knees; I feel god’s glory in my heart, The end is just the beginning; we shall never part, I am in flames at this vision; take this fire of my bliss, And there are true tears in my eyes on every sweet morning's kiss.
Oh I’m just beginning to be what I am, The loin has laid down with the lamb, In ecstasies of vision; in throes of doubt, My soul is alive and my soul's coming out.
March 90
Inner Landscape
A star fell into my dream, I sailed thru the wake of a moonbeam, I suffered in the silent stream, Intrepid explorer of the night.
In a series of ascending notes, The music of magic boats, Take me to ancient castle moats, My visions lost in the light.
Off to the poles of thought, Into the hemispheres of fault, Where every soul is taught, To parish unto the word.
In the glowing darkness an image born, In the old clothes time has worn, Like rags of remorse are torn, Just another Earth bound bird.
Here in the graveyard of desire, Where sorrow lights its sacred fire, Their lighting another funeral pyre, I pray it’s not for me.
Traveling; hunting I move like wind, Searching for the waking stitch to mend, My mind has a heartbeat to tend, Oh if this stuff that is could be.
I see stone pillars of some shrine, A human monument of the divine, I watch the alter for a sign, Nothing was; but for a rose.
I see the brilliant curve a thigh, I see lips for whose kiss I’d die, I watch the truth bribe a lie, She was of the beauty of which no one knows.
Casual poet spits up a jewel, Shows the wise man for a fool, Uses waste for a tool, Split the atom; steer the soul.
Parallel line collision course, The possibility of impossible force, Discovery of the river's source, The gravity of this dream's black hole.
Crumbling empires at my feet, Waiting for the morning suite, Where the earth and rainbow meet, In a crack on the surface of the core.
The sky looks as deep as death, The spirit of a baby’s breath, The changing of the colors yet, I stare across a foreign shore.
Time is motion; now is lost, In this sleep a dreamer tossed, Can this mighty gulf be crossed, To bring home the sleeper.
My eye is focused on the blur, I offer up my sight to her, I look back to where we were, And I fall in even deeper.
Sept. 89
Galactic Swirl
Moon talk; the cosmos is ablaze, Night wind; as we plunder deeper days, Beauty moves with immortal breath, Divine motion; black hole of death, Lively dancing; toss the sky, Vision music; seeing why, Savage core of the timid mind, Hidden treasure of shadow's find.
Beyond all hope of thought, Beyond all color of sky, Beyond all senses singing, Beyond the last great gulp of breath.
Heart ripple; blood in the breast, Holy host; greets humble guest, Majestic tongue; speak in peace, Distant shore; all worlds cease, Moody light; shining incontinent, Future memory; creation bent, Ghostly void cast forth the shadow living, Omnipotent sailor; seas of the unforgiving.
Beyond all hope of thought, Beyond all color of sky, Beyond all senses singing, Beyond the last great gulp of breath.
Joy unspeakable; mute tongue of flame, Native being; some whimsical name, Palpitating darkness; giver of light, Tangled dancers; the sleepless night, Flooded heavens; sea of life, Brilliant goddess; the hunter's wife, I swim your sea and I tread your shore, I see your all and beg for more.
Beyond all hope of thought, Beyond all color of sky, Beyond all senses singing, Beyond the last great gulp of breath.
Feb. 90
Sensations of Silence
Come forward into the unknown; drop all of your defenses, These sensations of silence are the apex of the senses, Beauty swims in yonder streams naked and free, The grand secret of all being is never just to be, Only the tongue of silence speaks what is true, What words can utter the pink brushstrokes of the sun over sky blue, A voyeur to the fruit of spring; stand in awe, And know the sound of silence is the truest call.
I’m just a part of the whisper, I’m just a bone in the ghost, I’m just the flowing of water, Use this wine tend my toast.
A tempest of delight in shadows and moons, The poet spills sweet honey and mustard in rhymes and runes, In profound depths of ancient winds and days that vanquish eternity, The starry sky hangs over all in loving maternity, Fields of motion evaporate into a conglomeration of form, The smell of the fluid rushing rain on the ground after the storm, Contours of precision fade into oblivion's forecast, The future tempts the eyes with the potent living past.
I’m just a part of the whisper, I’m just a bone in the ghost, I’m just the flowing of water, Use this wine tend my toast.
Sorrow lifts like a bird towards the overwhelming hush of the magic twilight, A great spirit surges forward from the coming night, Electric the mind as it flames ignited by the heat of creation, The soul sings in breath its final liberation, And coming upon the edge of consciousness bleak, Into the barren landscape of wisdom where only the silence can speak, Now all that we can't say finds articulation in mute senses of being, All vision is now filled with the beauty of unseeing.
I’m just a part of the whisper, I’m just a bone in the ghost, I’m just the flowing of water, Use this wine tend my toast.
March 90
Careless in the Moonlight
Careless in the moonlight, Flowers on the shore, Desperate in the hard night, Sing fast the ocean's roar, The coolness at daybreak, Her lover calls for high noon, Lie in the bed that we make, Sleep is sure to come soon.
The world has melted across my sight, I am lost in the world of light, She bumps her breath across my skin, Speaks of someday maybe when.
Blood flows thru the wine list, Glass a mirror to my joy, The smack of creation when we kissed, Stars twinkle so coy, Mind drenched in spirit, Art is formed in the twist of a thought, I just want to be near it, The passion this moment has wrought.
The world has melted across my sight, I am lost in the world of light, She bumps her breath across my skin, Speaks of someday maybe when.
I feel a great presence, I’m wide awake in this dream, Poets proud to be peasants, The world moves thru the slipstream, I feel the power and the might, Flowers press the shore, Careless in the moonlight, Never do I want for more.
June 89
New World
I step back; take in the view from a distance, I take this vision and my eyes are healed, I take all the undreamt dreams from a sleepless night, I take a deep breath and my soul is filled, There’s a time that's gonna come; the smell of the grave, But not even a shadow can block this light, It’s a world of trouble but it’s a beautiful world just the same, With all that has gone wrong everything is still alright.
I see a new world every time I turn around, I see a new world far from sight and sound, In the mystic morning; in the magic twilight, I see a new world as the old one fades to white.
Life has a mind of its own it’s god’s will, And there will come a day when a new light's gonna shine, It’s already burning in the deep heart of the night, Don’t wait for judgment day don’t wait for a sign, It’s gonna come out of nowhere in manifestations of silence, Bring your innocence back fill you with the wonder of a child, Like that feeling you get in bed under the warm sheets, Gonna make you feel meek; gonna make you feel wild.
I see a new world every time I turn around, I see a new world far from sight and sound, In the mystic morning; in the magic twilight, I see a new world as the old one fades to white.
I see the smoke of the old world curling up against the sky, And like a phoenix from the ashes this new world's gonna rise, Wisdom is the fact behind the myth, Oh it’s fiction it is truth see it happen right before your eyes, And when you see; you really see; you know it can only end one way, When we come to the pass and know just what life is worth, The city of light will shine a proud beacon for your vision, Heaven will tilt and unfold upon the earth.
I see a new world every time I turn around, I see a new world far from sight and sound, In the mystic morning; in the magic twilight, I see a new world as the old one fades to white.
Jan. 90
Dawn on the Water Lilies
Instrumental
Feb. 90
Released 01 March 1990
All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M.
