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 ©

Falling leaves

The goddess of the fallen woods

Wood nymph of forgotten dreams

Lay carelessly with the fallen, lie

Carelessly upon the leaves. Rest easy 

With the beauty of the season sigh

With the gasp of a Queen, upon the

Bare yet sturdy trunk of autumns

Naked tree, You beckon and I see

Beauty in all that passes, there is but

One moment in which you’re free, And I

Impart such feeble words, to endeavor

How you gleam, amidst the leaves and

Red orange land, with all the gold which

Lay sunk within the sea. I wonder how

One could say that falling is to ones utter

Dismay, when I could fall with thee, into

The clutter of beauty sprawled, or lean

Against the winter upon our tree.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Autumn morning

I wake up to you autumn morning

Like waking up in love, heart filled

With so much Joy and Happiness

Soul filled with so much Love.

I wake up to you dear autumn morning

Like waking up in night, and seeing my beloved

Still with me near, and watching dreams take

Flight. In wake and sleep, I move more deep

With love for you, I am like the rose, which

Stays upon the mantle piece even in seasons

Which brings cold. And I am warmed, by the

Sweet love and caress of the beloved heart

Beating within my chest, as the fires of the timber

Roars, embers flashing of the fire, smoke staining

All our cloths, with the smell of hearthstone

Within our beds as we nestle up and await another

Waking morn, which nudges us to great the Sun

And with our Star we warm.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

I'm Found

You look down, and I smile

There is a blush in those eyes

And I beg for more, to see into

The Depth of your soul.

You break eyes and I leave

Lavished and pleased, that

I may get a new vision, If

I beg with you and plead

For those eyes.

You look down, our eyes met

Come place our souls back

Into their set, orchestra plays

Our hearts seem to dance

Endless days, when you are

Around. This is flight,

Not touching Ground

Move, lift your head

Bring our spirits round

Spinning in mid air,

We are dancing yet, all we

Are, are two souls sitting here

In this moment there is no such thing

As sound, the universe is in those eyes

I’m found.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Nothing left unsaid

Darling rose

I write this accord

Of what makes sense 

To senses forlorn

Without your beauty

I do weep, for love

Is all, in all who seek

I thus treasure

Your presence abounds

Your nature flowing

Such graceful gowns

Which fall

Upon the ground

These words said

To thee forever

To thee I wed

A silent whisper said

“I do” trust thee

Nothing left unsaid.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Nature writes Time's season

Purple dot focus forehead intoning Om

Lying latent energy constant towards

The throne, Thoughts try their swell,

With what reason? Time is misunderstood,

Betrayal, treason.

Courage braving eyesight led

Three to one, Two Light Pillars

Shed, Gazes upon all wishes

Making birth of all, until death kisses.

Unconditional love surrounds

In each heart, works subtle ground

Clenching onto something,

How could the Cosmos be so loving?

Hope brings offerings, music sounds

To all of those whom, although few,

Do choose their Crown, Adorned

The jewelry of the governing, near

Heart hangs a crystal hovering.

Inside the Cosmic Head abounds

At times not shedding Consciousness

An ounce that could be worth a pound

Salt pours out about the Pulpit

A way aside nature is true judicial writ.

Magnus Opus matches wit, says Guess

What, it’s just not worth it, the great

Work is you you’ve earned it.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Thorns

It’s a shame you don’t know

What you’re running from

Would your eyes have to break tears?

Move away from all that’s wrong

And if it turns out we were

Allowed to carry through it, still going on

Would it mean that destiny could change,

That it could never be wrong?

Who Knows, it’s just a big mistake

To mistake adventures for roads

And we, who let go, all this time, it dawns

Through the motions that drift us

Straight towards the suns warm call

A victory to the games that we play

Not to waste a chance of grace

Told remarks of reprieve, hold faith

Like the wrongs are undone, well let’s see

Who let go, who starts, initiates all along

Same sad song, woe to all the water in the fog

Liberation, from weakness comes strength,

Strong, and Growth from the energies

Supplied all along, freedom is fresh like tracks

Footsteps, which print upon the ground,

How beautiful the path, no matter the thorns.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

The High Priestess

The Sun still rises,

Gateways do climb,

We rise to the top

Succumb to our high

Oh how nice, to be giants

On tops shoulder’s kissing skies

With Eyes locked on the Moon’s

Luck, who does devise, instantly

Constantly, remarkable ways

To live ours lives, gone

In an instant, it can all turn

Toss like the dice, Lady

Please be luck, like the Hierophant’s

Wife, The Priestess beckons

Open book on her thighs

We need not search for our names

Written already in the book of life

We delight, to our surprise

Welcoming, even the night.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

Magnetic Hands

Hypnotized

For your own good

It was your choice really

You knew you would

Trust built back

Quicker than the other quack

You laugh and say what a riot

Glady thinking this is working

Holy shit this is working,

You Tried it

Your hands do not seperate

We travel deeper

But a stop...

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We spiral down and then back up, unwinding clock

and smiles unfurl as you unwrap your hands

"Oh I already did that"

Permission to be yourself, shocks self, plans

You are free, and then you sleep well,

Your liberation withstands.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©