Saturday, January 19, 2019

Abundant Soul


She has a soul of boundless wealth,
See it there, in her deep, green eyes,
Like looking into the deepest depths.

(We’re told we will find heaven in the sky;
Hell below, with the buried dead.
But the deeper we go the closer we get to paradise.)

She runs, and when she runs
She is contained within her running;
Contained, and yet still free,
Free from the world, contained and free.

I hold her, and when I hold her,
She is as if contained within my arms,
But she is not contained, not limited.
Fluid and strong she remains, and free.

She is an angel without wings
She is the song that I sing
An angel without wings
The only song I sing

Deeper and deeper we delve
Down and down we slide
Deeper and deeper we delve
Guided by the light of her eyes

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Into Your Dreams


I shall come into your dreams
as a red-brown stallion,
and you shall leap upon my back
and ride away.
We will outrun them all –
all the ghosts and all the sisters.
No one can catch us, for we run
on the winged feet of love.

Saturday, November 10, 2018

The Shadows of Her Hair


“I can hide you in the shadows of my hair”, she said,
“I can hide you in the shadows of my hair.            
You’ll be safe within the luster and the shine”, she said,
“Hidden in the shadows of my hair.”

“You just crawl inside and wrap yourself in curls”, she said,
“You just crawl inside and wrap yourself in curls.
You’ll be warm within the twisting and the turns”, she said,
“Warm within the twisting of my curls.”

So I made myself as small as I could be,
And I climbed among the darkly shining strands.
Yes I made myself as small as I could be,
And I hid within the shadows of her hair.

“You can stay in there until the end of time”, she said,
“You can stay in there until the end of time.
And when all the others leave we’ll be alone”, she said,
“Alone together, at the end of time.”

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Life Is For This


I Speak of death, I speak of rebirth:
For I died to my old self and was reborn to a new life of boundless horizons, all in a moment, a single fluorescent moment, in an explosive Easter embrace.
Life is not for dying, though.
Life is for kissing and embracing.
Life is for discovering and becoming.
Oh, and yes, Life is for suffering the pains of birth and the agonies of loss.
But it is not for hiding from the world, for there is no comfort within.
Comfort comes only from without, from kissing and embracing, discovering and becoming.
Judge not, and give no advice, but acknowledge and welcome the other with kisses and embraces, for she is your comfort, and you are hers.
Embrace her gracefulness and softness, and also, her pains and losses.
Acknowledge her strengths and magical powers, and also, her frailty and fears.
She is no less nor more than you.
Life is for this, for recognizing and discovering the other in yourself, and yourself in her.
Life is for this, and nothing else.
In isolation is hell, thorns and barbed wire and fire, recriminations and regrets.
But in the welcoming arms of the other is heaven, music and dance, cool breezes, recognition and acceptance.
There is no more than this.
This is Life.
Life is for this.
Life is a pair of green eyes that reflect my own face back to me.
Life is her arms wrapped around me and mine around her, in a perfect circle of ultimate sharing.
Life is for kissing and embracing her, the one whose very being reflects myself, as I reflect her.
Life is for this, and nothing else.


Sunday, October 14, 2018

Rise and Fall


The rise and fall of your breath.
The steady beat of your heart.
I rest my head on your breast.
Rest your hand here, on my head.

The rise and fall of your breath.
The steady beat of your heart.
Of all places that I’ve lived,
Only here am I at home.

The rise and fall of your breath.
The steady beat of your heart.

No one else could have found me.
How did you? Did you follow
The rise and fall of your breath,
The steady beat of your heart?

I was so lost and afraid,
Until you calmed my fears, with
The rise and fall of your breath,
The steady beat of your heart.

Sunday, August 26, 2018

My Own


Clouds never rest, nor the wind, dear
The sun never travels too far
The moon and the sea live without fear
And we’ll always be what we are

Always I’ll be the one needing your face, miss
More than anything else in the world
Always I’ll be the one singing your praises
And always you will be my girl

By being the one that I need, dear
You’ve shown me the meaning of living
And by being the one that you want near
I’ve learned the true joy of giving

Now it’s never no more we’ll be sad, love
And we’ll never again be alone
For we’ve turned into good all the bad, love
By each calling the other “my own”

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Collar Bone


I want to kiss your collar bone,
the one you broke when you were twelve
and fearless
and you thought that you
could make your bike fly further than
the rest.
Or, perhaps it wasn’t fearlessness.
Maybe you just thought
that you could fly,
or wanted to.
Wanted to so badly that you
deemed the risk worth taking.
But bikes can’t fly,
and a broken bone is not such
a very high
price to pay for a moment of weightlessness.
I know it’s never stopped hurting,
that’s why I want to kiss it.
Not to erase the pain,
but to respect it,
embrace it,
honor it.
You’ve suffered other breaks,
other losses.
You’ve received other scars through the years.
None of them ever really stop hurting, I know.
Not all the breaks were physical.
Not all the scars are visible.
I wish that I could kiss them all,
but I’ll start with just the collar bone
for now.