And Kiss the Earth

 

sunset-conduit
Sunset Conduit – © 2013 Patrick Canganelli.

 

far to the east she rises
morning begins to burn
the hottest fire in the sky
sending great tendrils
of plasma
to lick the clouds
hot breath
blows on my face
and I absorb the energy
I will arise
to find all the moments
that await
and I will ponder all the things
I might create
the day is an embarkation
a raft to a future place
where I will pull my raft ashore
and she has traveled with me
an imperishable guide
steadily soaring above
even when I do not see
but the hours pass
and she has found a hiding place
still I know I will soon dream
and she will rise
and kiss the earth
and cover me with
that hottest energy
so hot that I can travel another day
to another place,
our souls are intertwined and I would never change it.

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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My Prayers are Inscribed

glitter on construction paper
With Sparkling Warmth – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

my prayers are inscribed between the lines
and in the praise enfolding all the stanzas.
dew drops sliding from the tender points
of leaves
are the ticks my heart beats
waiting to hear
His name.
But as suddenly as the rain stops,
it picks up again,
a deafening shower
of voices.
have we all finally come to this one place
deep in the rain forest
where slender stalks push up to the sun?
and when we reach the top
we are filled from top to toe
with sparkling warmth
from the songs of heaven.
we become the canopy
the sun is a blanket on our heads
our feet are planted in the soil
so we will grow together
and we will form voices
great harmonies destined to ring throughout the verdant boughs.
when night falls
we reflect.
and then the sun shall return
and renewed singing will generate a bio-dome
filled with love-
yes, a bio-dome
filled with love!

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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Standing on the Cold Rock

man on rocks with sun
Standing on the rocks

Standing on the cold wet
windswept rock,
atop the outcrop
jutting out into the cold tumultuous sea
a thick fog—
but through a small patch of sky
I spot a mist-encircled setting sun.
my feet are bare
and ache from the water that
rushes up and over rocks
but I feel a part of it all—
the distant sun
lends its rays of hope
and the cold waters answer
back
through me
to the vast expanse
of sky
that carries infinitesimal droplets
of the sea,
and clinging to the moisture
are my hopes
and my deep states of unconsciousness.
on the surface I am the averaging of sunlight
and water’s depth
but inside
I harbor fantastic anomalies.
and I long to impart
some great waveform
that will light the sky
and earth
and mingle
with the sun cradled in the distant haze.
I wish to travel to where the arc of heaven
pauses
and bring my cold feet
and shimmering breath
to rest upon the splines
of matter,
and point my finger
to somewhere beyond
where I am and who
I have become.

© 2019 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.

The Sun Must Come Again

an image painted from a dream of a sunburst, by Patrick Canganelli, (C) 2019.
Sunburst – © 2019 Patrick Canganelli.

This dollop of blazing honey,
whose kin are the splatter of
infinity in the night sky–
this one is mine.

I shall cherish it, even as its favor slips out of sight,
and two slim tunnels of darkness
are the scope of all I see.

But then, my scream will reach
the far corners of my domain:
You must come again,
for in me there is a soul
which dies without
your penetrating smile,
and this spirit never will let
me rest but that we
must yearn for your return.

I call to you now, my orb of fortune,
so do not leave me orphaned
in your flight;
or is it true
you do not know,
each dawn finds an embryo in me
which ages as the dying ember leaves.

© 2006 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.  

(Excerpted from The Noumena, by Patrick Canganelli.  Available from Amazon.com.)