Child of Mine . . .

 To Creix . . . who's music
reflects the dark of my midnight soul,
and the tender gleam of hope

through the poetry of the mind;

and who is my friend,

inspiring me

to reach beyond my limitations!

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Child of mine, 

you cried in the night
. . .  the night so deep and dark,
like a ditch
full of muddy waters . .
yet gently stirred by the delicate kisses
of fronds of fern
bent low . . .
and reflecting on ambient light,
they sparkle dreamily
unknown . . by mountains
or meadow . . . melody or silence;
no soul here
but you
and I

. . . to face the dark
of our own fears
. . . where no star dances
through hot aches,
spots on a frozen heart . . .
. . . my heart weeps for you

. . . our tears mingle
like rain with the dew
on the flower,
bent low . ..
slowly losing each petal,
one after the other . . .
drifting, slowly drifting
into the muddy waters . . .

To Become the Sun

Here it is:

To become the sun,
                               first become the rain
and lay yourself in the                    
                                 puddles and the lakes . . .
Then
become the sun
                               to dance and twinkle
on the layers of waters                 
till they,
rising,
                    meet the atmosphere
as the dew
                                         that disappears into the heat
and flies into the heart                   
of the cloud
                         converging on the edge
of the universe . ..
where suns . . .give birth . .                   
and somehow
though we are lost
                                     we find hope . . .
and a hundred thousand ways
                                                    that lead back home . . .

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Creix . . . as always, one of my favorites, was one of my first friends on Jamendo . . . his music has a way of touching me . . . in ways that no other music can do . . .

He has a style uniquely his own, electronic, expressive, and quite creative.  I think he has a dream, and a heart that stretches to the stars and back . . . where he shares some of his fantastic soul, through his compositions . . .