Coalescence

The black point on the yin

The yang to destruction

Or life

The whiteness that surrounds

 A hard swallow

That blackness that condemns

Yet balance evens out

All is within all

The God that you are

Shows it's perfection.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©

Soul Friend

My dearest soul friend

When it is cold, you bring warmth

Through countless eons gone

You have been united with me

Long after our ashes burn and the wind

Our dust does blow – forward

To the next meeting place

Whether above or below

My dearest kindred soul

The impact of seasons reminds us

How we were, how we are, how together

We do unfold

If ever we do part

One is waiting upon the next shore

Like a weary traveler, stopping in

To check that things are still kept

Our stories still run old

My dearest allied soul

It’s like we appear

In the wrinkle of time together

Under pressure from what comes

Yet always prevalent in some form

Never without Love

We have known each other now

We have met timelessly before

If the cosmos allows true will

Love will lead us towards

Reconnecting through endless lives

Journeying through endless doors

Yet always safe in true love

Eternity and heaven in our heart secured.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Simple Surrender

Speak to me beloved, speak in the voices of angels, that man too can comprehend

Speak to me in languages of old, long gone past, like years spent amidst our warm Embracing grasp, resting head upon the other’s head

Encompassing love, filling oceans, upon worlds, 

Turning the tides, head to tow, ebb and flow

We are two souls, set adrift, lost in love's bounty

Forever, names lost, never spoken or told

For we are each others name, calling us, always home

To the other's warm embrace, with the seas we roam

Or the sea salt upon the wind

Carried from beach to land, filling lovers, no breath we withhold

We are the sea and the wind; we are the beating chests, thumping

Vibrating to the bone

In tune and on key, like volumes of musical scores

Composed by the greatest seas, of orchestra's composition we are known

Yet idle like the listless bee we work, but make love, like the honey upon the comb

Our Surrender is but a gift, and talent of divine

Graciously allowing the love to seep into the rifts of spine

Surrender is the greatest gifts, undying love it rekindles and is kind

Makes the hearts of mortals melt, and even compels the worshipper upon the shrine

To make the beloved his own, or to his restless maiden, it stills time

For what greater gift is to the take

Then all the love that's rightfully bestowed upon the mind

The gift, the thoughts of the beloveds scent

As we entangled through the hilltop, we roll, and wind

Upon the flowers bed, petals and pollen spreading fine

Recapitulating divinities grace, pistol to stamen, soul to mind

Body to spirit, sight to eye, your touch soft, like feather kisses, placed, my hands upholding all that is our kind

The weight that both bared Adam and Eve, first creation, this we find

Amidst the fields of endless grace, gracing bodies, blessings, as the feast of each other’s bodies we do dine, like wine

Poured from the spout of fountains world

We drink and drunkenness signs, that we are fixed to each other's weight, the scale, is offset by our love sublime.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Lights upon the pond

Lights littered upon the pond

Elegance fitted to the grace of the Swan

Afloat and carried like notes through clear

Crystalline air, for a moment’s notice I feel

You near. Reflected upon the pond, moonlit

Face of 1,000 crowns, through souls journey

Travelled, onwards forevermore. Angel of fallen

Compounded world’s, beauty and face, evermore

Enchanted by the swell, of waters curve and this eternal

Spell, constantly warmed in our heart, endlessly saved transported

Through the cloths we’ve torn apart, from amidst the beauty, safely we depart.

Enraptured hallway of vibrant trees, pathway to our World, half awake, half asleep,

We wake from musing dreams, to another fantasy, tied together with such ease

Flying free, upon the wind of each other’s lifting breeze, zephyr on a spree.

Masked maiden such joy unknown with hypnotic smile, and conscious glow

Of all the Worlds above, of all the worlds below, with rose on heart, enamored

To flaw would be to let us part, with traces of my lips upon your neck so,

Like a ghost or guardian spirit, sent to guide you, when you’re alone,

I wait for the Cosmic to play one last tune, to reap the love we’ve sewn

One last melody calling us home, our perfect moments; marrow to our bones. 

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Field of Roses

Envelop us in roses

Fall into center sight

With eyes deeply closed

The smell of delight

Sweet ravaging air

Of passion sincere

Fall deep into petals

Stay in center with me near

Think of me when gone

As if candle loses light

And relight me from ashes

Or flint by moonlight

Breathe in the fragrance

Of sweet enchanted air

As a field of one thousand

Flowers, us lost without care

Lay down with me, upon the soft

Textured ground, supporting our

Weight, and pinning us down

As lips softly cross the inches

Invest, in just one heart, devoted

Fashioned and set. Lock closed eyes with 

Me, union our lips, like last good bye 

Charged, or first venture skin

Missed, by the light of the stars

Bring me much closer in arms, 

To feel the heat of your warmth

Smiles upon our shadows rebound.

Meet me in our ether

Half, and all the way

With laughter that shakes skies

And Joy bright as day.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Cosmic Sanctity

The wind of the winter

Can lay itself down, you create

The season, and dress it with sounds

Add to it color and make it seem more

From the azure altering sky, towards

The lush Forest Floor, and when you just stare

It’s then I adore, the silence you take

As you take in much more, and If silence

Breaks, I break like waves on the shore, for you fill

Me with light, one million suns pour through the

Doors. Yet the windows you seize to the house

That’s my soul, are captured in bewildering thought

Of just what’s in store, a musical note may hold

A clef or chord, but you always present, captures my home.

You walk with the wind traverse and explore

Subtle as a heart beat, constant and sure

Soul lighter than snow, a reflection of all

Hope assured, a gift of unending

Worlds, the cosmos unfolds

Yet you choose this small place

To settle and roam, as I discover

Your essence, speaking volumes in tomes

Emptied of all thoughts, there is still something known

There is a lifetime of peace and sanctity flows.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Forever Compelled

You keep me in your thoughts

Your arms, wrapped around

Your chest, your head, like

The branches of an ancient tree

Where you may rest your head,

You keep me secret like a book

Of charms, wrapped in a candled

Bed, encircled all around, while

Chanting songs long dead.

You run and fly me high

In air, like balloons to wrist

I’m wed, and with your choice

You can let me go, in freedom

Will I rise and spread, but it’s

In that moment when I arise,

And you look at me instead,

With a face that spells a deeper

Bond, a trust that can’t be quelled

By ancient tree withering, or séance

With cryptic letters spelled, or relinquish

Of bulbs of joy dispelled or even morning

Lights cool thread, which strings us to each other,

Meld we do forever held, in our moments cut

Through time, it is you who forever compels. 

Christopher Baird 2011 ©