31/01/2022
NEW CEILING LIGHT WORK & POEM
Truro Confession
Highland Lighthouse emits miles long beams , it’s bright light columns stretch in all directions, warning all ships at sea of danger to be. Swarms of fire flies, blinking like electric rain drops, hover like invading creatures in a mystical psychedelic warp in reality, we hear the seagulls, foghorns, ship’s bells, the breaking surf of white water waves shower us with it’s warm salty discharge, bright moonlight illuminate the beach of endless white sand dunes , long blades of grass and wild flowers dance to the rhythm of the wind. She sits silently as I speak, “ It is the libertine right to seek the greatest experiences of erotic love, it is ones duty to the soul, you sought but did not find, there’s no sin or betrayal to forgive, you remain simply free, she sat lotus positioned in Thuro’s beach sand . An occasional wave washes over her. She seems not to notice the force of the waves that could wash her out to sea and certain death. l remember her words spoken nervously as though the strong columns of the lighthouse beams were instruments of interrogation. She composed herself and began to speak softly. “We can meet again after winter melts the snow away or again take me now, love me always
forgive me should I ever betray you
make it right even if it’s wrong. love me again and love me deeply, love me until till we together turn to ashes to ashes and dust to dust. I dream of us entombed together, in our graves , for not even death will do us apart, love always never ending, through out all the eternal sands of time and beyond . Take my hand, my face, my body, take all of me . I have searched since the beginning of time , let it last beyond are graves.” Then we loved , libertine love so sweetly wild, we come together in all the colors of the rainbow.
