Stillness is not, acceptable!

Stillness is not, acceptable.
Like an incense burning candle
It needs a purple viscous night
It needs a vacuous,
Veracious, blowing breeze
It needs a lotus blushing
Pink and diamond white!
Like a yellow lava lamp
It needs the golden sunlight
It needs the sulfur moonlight
But it doesn’t give a modicum
For any serpents pit of spite!
Or for any winter’s early rest bite.
The cobras coiling leafy mercury nest.
To relish in its whispers truly, free.
It neither stays hidden nor buried…
This is no quip or jest my dear
I promise, you!
Oh, like a fountain, unmoving
Under a frozen sea
It only wants to rise… on high!
From its cold death chamber
It comes to meet with thee!
Ghostly it calls, out, climb
Swim around me
Travel through me
Drown in me
Remember me!
Oh I’m not really here…
Oh I’m not really there…
Because my dear
Were inseparable as fire and air
As the jasmine star
Is to dust and the shiver
In a Goosebumps hair
We can’t be disentangled.
But I’m not a brier rose
Who’ll wander far?
But; just you remember
I’m not only here to be
Spied under the shadows
Of your green lashes gaze
Under your raven eves
I’m not here just to lighten
Your cavernous grey day
Your forest bough might thrust
A cabin under cover; but I am
Not a mossy bolder
To be rolled over… dear
Or relinquished into
The melting, snow…
For you my lover
I’m not here to weep.
Silently, oh, my lover
I will not languish like a pearl.
In a stream an ocean bridle strewn
Burnished brown and gold
With leaves just letting go…
For you my love!
Oh, I might be a willow tree
Shedding days like leaves
A silver swirling, spark!
Bent proud across your shoulders,
Like a vixen I might bark
But I’ve a warming banner
Flaming In this ebony dark
But; just you look
Into this yawning well
Ten decays deep I’ve
Filled it with love for you; and ten
Thousand more, I’ll promise you! My dear
I’ll not for sake you like a setting sun
I’ll star for you; wherever
My roots draw water
Ten million years
Red as an evening's ruby
She a tiger—radiates in my heart
Dear for you
Oh our love moves
It never dares stand still…
In the gentians blue light of time
In the gaping darkness
The Hurst’s may pull…
Us in their separate ways
But to our own calling we are falling
Into a bottomless well
Where love can never, never die!
Where; stillness is not, acceptable
Like an incense burning candle
It needs a purple viscous night
It needs a vacuous,
Veracious, blowing breeze
It needs a lotus blushing
Pink and diamond white!
Like a yellow lava lamp
It needs the golden sunlight
It needs the sulfur moonlight
But it doesn’t give a modicum
For any serpent pits of spite!
Or for any winter’s early rest bite.
The cobras coiling leafy mercury nest.
To relish in its whispers truly, free.