My Favorite LOVE Poems By Saul...

The Wind’s Song 

by

Saul Williams

(because this is how my heart is leaning at present... #Open) 

The square root of kiss is a hum

I hum under my breath when I contemplate the drum

of your heartbeat

and my heart beats for your breath

I revel in the wind for mere glimpses

I’m tornado over you

would you look into the eye of my storm

I whirlwind through your life like breeze

and fill your lungs

as we achieve the second power of a hum

I love…

as instruments come to life

through breath

the wind sends my high notes to indigo communions

with Coltrane’s Favorite Things

…this is my body which is given for you,

this is my blood which is given for you…

my love like the wind, uncaged

blows time into timeless whirlpools

transfiguring fear and all of its subordinates

(possession, jealousy, fear)

into crumbling dried leaves

my love

is the wind’s slave

and, thus, is free

my love

is the wind that is shaped

as it passes through the lips of earthly vessels

becoming words of wisdom

songs of freedom

or simply hot air

my love

is the wind’s song

if it is up to me, I’ll never die.

if it is up to me, I’ll die tomorrow

one thousand times in an hour and live seven minutes later.

if it is up to me, the sun will never cease to shine

and the moon will never cease to glow

and I’ll dance a million tomorrows

in the sun rays of the moon waves

and bathe in the yesterdays of days to come

ignoring all of my afterthoughts

and preconceived notions

if it is up to me, it is up to me

and thus is my love

untainted

eternal

the wind is the moon’s imagination wandering

it seeps through cracks

explores the unknown

and

ripples the grass

my love is my soul’s imagination

how do I love thee?

imagine

- from The Seventh Octave - The Early Writings of Saul Stacey Williams

***AND THIS***

ETERNITY

I closed my eyes
Although I never knew the difference
I stood before a brighter light
At lesser distance
And then, a feeling.
Almost as if nothing were ever
Bound to repeat itself again.
As if history had been as masterfully created
As the great pyramids
And any attempt to reconstruct
Or relive any given moment
Would have to stem from an understanding
Of how the pyramids were built from the top down.
And if one could understand such majesty
One would also understand that kisses hold codes
For unlocking new portals
And that pyramids were first made of flesh
Our bonded souls shifting
Through hidden corrals and passageways
I will find my way to eternity
Within you...

~ Saul Williams ~