There is a silence that hurts
There is emptiness that bleeds
There is hollowness that cries
There is a despair that feeds.
There is a silence that kills
There is acceptance that numbs
There is quietude that roars
There is a stillness that hums.
There is a silence that lifts
There is clarity that falls
There is wonderment that spurs
There is a yearning that calls.
You come to me in dreams,
Holding a blade of light;
You come to me in life,
Casting out the fright.
You come to me in style,
A smile that sweetly greets;
You come to me in hope,
Gilding the fleeting beats.
You come to me in peace,
A sea of watchful grace;
You come to me in joy,
This heart an open space.
That day we talked and laughed
and felt as humans do, the magic alive, a glorious afternoon on a street
filled with gladness where voices wed
in unison and the gods dealt liberally with brightness and brio, memories sprung in the August sun, spun afresh on the altar of affection. My words tumbling like confetti onto your beckoning palms. Sliding into night,
aromas danced in a wholesome blend and I knelt in awe at your poise and unchained elegance. Promises linger
in the meeting of tongues, the sky ablaze with whispering fragments, wounds rendered whole, the welcoming arms, a holy melt.
Healing ancient scars
Nectar joining palms
Shall we love each other as long as we live?
Shall we repent and always forgive?
Shall we laugh and cry as minutes fly?
Shall we never say goodbye?
Shall we look into one another’s eyes?
Shall we hug the daily surprise?
Shall we speak words soft and sweet?
Shall we welcome the sacred treat?
Shall we meditate upon all the beauty?
Shall we hold the flame with duty?
Shall we kiss away the sorrows?
Shall we travel all the morrows?
Shall we sit in the morning sun?
Shall we seize and keep it fun?
Shall we praise what’s to come?
Shall we listen to the calming hum?
Shall we chime in the rhyming hours?
Shall we sing as fondness flowers?
Shall we drink from the cup of mirth?
Shall we give joy on this earth?
Shall we reside in desire?
Shall we build a lasting fire?
My love will come and hold me
without questions or doubt, tenderly.
She will soothe and speak freely
beyond the reef of greed in a clement sea
where wine and flowers swim peacefully.
My love will withstand iniquity
and rise above time’s piercing plea
and travel on the plane of liberty.
She will spring with abundant glee,
my love, and undress with wild esprit.
Awash in the morning tide,
So swift the hours they glide;
Watching life deep at play,
Your voice sweetens every day.
Abroad in the midday sun,
Wonders waiting to be won;
Hearts opened by desire,
Why quench this thirsting fire?
At rest in the moonlit bed,
Memories blaze, whetted, wed;
The give and take by firelight,
Your smile cries through the night.