Beyond the storm ,
blew the jaguars roars whispering in the wind.

The shards of her tears blew like hail raging against my window
as I stare out past the cold air intrigued by the deep lilac tones setting to the west,
In the arctic night sky.

Though the earth was in an up roar
I still stand grounded mesmerized by the beautiful noise in you.

Though im weathered ,
My face of stone longs to kiss your cold lips, inside this body sways a smoldering fire, with beating drums and A tribe of fire dancers-
praise dancing on the inside – you are my world , My Hope.
-A Shamans bliss.

She holds a resonance so strong it trembles beneath the roots and Maga. Creating tidal waves from her heartache , breaking down in tears as she earth quakes with stammering convulsions strangling in her own anger.
Society calls her mother nature, but before the rain , before the storms , before the pain from the birth of it all … like me she came from the stars…. Her name was Hope.

My love…
A beauty some captivating ,
Her movement can shape shift into the most delicate of plants , from a meek animal to the most ferocious beast , swirling pastel clouds, to stand before me
naked with the voice of a siren shimmering like a flickering blue flame …though different ….we both are one in the same.
To feel you….
all I have to do is walk out that door,
but it’s even deeper, more sacred… if I close my eyes with my hand on my heart – breathing in the thought of you,
Transmuting this anxiety in to balance
aligning with the elements of a cosmic vibrance!
(Deep breath)
I love you

My Hope

Together we shift through phases and transitions
mirroring conflictions with the humans of this world cause there actions scream power through forced submission but still when we stand close …eye to eye… our love together creates romance
cause we both know that true love never dies
It just amplifying

“My Hope”

Even if I die in the flesh, I’ve made a vow for a thousand lifetimes that my spirit will always come back to fight for you and I

My dearest Hope

Though these battles can’t be seen with human eyes , in the night I am geared up to Astral travel with you together
warring with the lords of darkness as we race through time to ignite the torch with passion over and over again with the spark of
….Hope.
And everyday when I wake up,
and I see the sunrise even if the sky is cloudy and Grey I can still see the light.

That’s how I know that my Hope
is still Alive