Back to the Freyr

To the ones…, 

who lost the Void, 

monsters of the Nether-realm,

Angels of Oblivion,

and you - the soothing starlight,

fires and branches and warmth,

yesterdays delight…,

how did I get so lucky?…,

then back to the Freyr,

its forever Morning tree,

no good, no bad,

just you and me,

free…,

what magnifique created this,

unimaginable storm…,

its fickle eye,

blinking through rain and shadows,

our shadows you say,

then back to the Freyr,

and the glistening grass,

gentle and rough at the same time,

my teeth and fingers and feet,

all are made to Be,

its Nothingness in its true form,

flaccid breasts of a newborn adult,

there you sat…, reading

Wurthering Heights,

I put my hand on your thigh,

it flinches, body of a goddess,

no earthly bounds holding it in place,

she was a Wild…, cat,

then jumped on my lap,

and started purring,

those were the games,

of Heavenly Convictions,

eyes like pine nuts,

your spanish cousin says: 

piñón,

and we walked and we talked,

the animals and other beasts…,

firmly nestled under the glorious sun,

sentence more mired,

you on the other hand,

face from a land so far away,

it seemed like a dream,

how did I get here?…,

I remembered those tumultous days,

hunger and thirst and sadness,

Melancholy Hills,

grey veils and getting stuck,

in all the wrong peoples webs,

but here I Be,

moments like dice,

throwing numbers,

under the blinking sky,

and you more beautiful,

than the Light of that thing,

that distant Source,

now back to the Freyr,

and that forever Morning tree,

the tea is ready…,

would you like some biscuits too?