Category Archives: #first love

Your Love Lights My Soul

When you speak, even the stars seem to stop,
And the whole universe bows to your grace.
Everything stands still, as if the world knows,
There’s no true joy unless it’s found in your face.

Your beauty is like the soft light of dawn,
It colors the sky with dreams angels chase.
No shadow could ever touch your perfect glow,
Because when you look, even the sun finds its place.

Oh, when I hold your hand in mine,
A fire ignites, racing through my veins.
No riches, no crown, no treasure of gold,
Could ever compare to the love that remains.

And even if the world falls to dust,
My love for you would never fade or rust.

:: 10.01.2024 ::


O’MORNING

O morning, freshly unfurled, like the dawn of creation,
Bursting with light, as the first moment of being!

The blackbird lifts its voice, primal, triumphant,
A song born from the soil, from the earth’s deep belly.

Sing praises! Sing to the light that climbs from the east,
To the day that emerges, innocent, from the bosom of the world!

Sweet the rains that fall, caressing, tender—
Each drop, a baptism for the earth’s green skin,
Each blade of grass kissed by Heaven’s breath,
The dew a glittering gift, on the fresh face of life.
Praise! Praise the sweetness of the garden,
Sprung up whole, where feet of wonder once trod,
Where the Eternal walks still, in quiet reverence.

Mine is the light, mine the glow of the morning!
I, too, am born with the day, sibling to the sun,
Witness to the glory that Eden knew in its first bloom,
Praise! Praise every breath, every heartbeat, every moment,
For in them, the new day unfolds, God’s hand shaping the world anew!

O morning, breaking as once it broke—
The blackbird sings, unchained, unafraid!
Praise for the song, praise for the dawn!

Praise for the world, springing up, forever fresh, forever young!
God’s Creation for the new day.

:: 09.24.2024 ::


IF YOU LOVE ME THIS MUCH

What have I said about our being soon together? It is to be believed–I hope?
Oh, what shall I do? What shall I say to you? . . . What a drama that was! . . . What sorrow! What a struggle! . . . Let’s not quarrel. May we not look only at each other for the next few days–rather let us drink in the smile of another face–let us speak so much that we forget ourselves and know of one another–there can be no sorrow, and no conflict, between friendship and love–Be so affectionate with one another as to command the two horses which are at our command to walk at a good rate–may we be only an ordinary pair of travelers, who will so walk, who will speak of ordinary things–may we have no crises, no pain, no affliction, no complaints–may we walk, walk and talk, walk and talk with one another–and thus never part–that is all I ask of you now–only to be with me–to love me with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your mind.

If you love me this much, this is enough, it’s enough, is it not? There is no room for anything else, if you love me.

I hope and desire that you love me as much as I do. If you cannot love me, I will never allow you to act in that way. If you have some special love for me, I shall always know it. I hope you will come as quickly as possible–that is what I desire. In return, let me tell you: it’s not that I want you to go away from me; I can always go with you–because I feel safe with you–you are the only sure security for my peace of mind. If you were no longer my confidant, my protector and my friend, I should not care a damn for myself.

Friend, you are the only great woman in my life. I have no one else. You are the mother of my dreams, the model of my life, the only model of my life–and you know it; I have only my home, a ruined country, as far as the edge of a dreaming frontier, from which to express my unhappiness. Oh, how I would be glad, if I could, to choose a woman–a wife!–just for myself–a good woman, rich in virtues and great respectability–but, alas, that is of no interest to me. I will not take advantage of your good nature to seek out other women. This is the limit of my sacrifice. I want no other joy. I don’t need them. I am not seeking something for myself, no–it’s that no one else should love me as you do, as I do you.

:: 08.07.2021 ::


Love, So Like Love

Love, so like love — a flower
and her breeze like the dream
like when thenLOVE spoke
upon famousNIGHTs as all things/
great become SOMETIMES sadness
oh, so like everything like joy
and unforgotten sadness
little angels summoned to me
dear, lovely one — my tongue
please unbind against me
tornadoes and hurricanes
the love i feel /you felt\
to live this short life
as human — > murders
gave souls to Heaven
Flesh the feeding seed
for soil gravediggers
a salary for a body
— I summon the one I love.
Skin rotting
upon the ground /
old cadavers resuscitate
my famous midnight.

:: 04302019 ::


THE FIRST LOVE

I can see across
the ages
and your smile
always seems so fresh!

a moment in time:
we kissed beneath
the apple tree!

you took the bite (of me)
and i cried:
I shouldn’t have
let you
torture me so sweetly,

an entire world pays our sin.
I could never say
‘no’ to you and you;

a withered reed blowing
in time.  but I’m an
“unforgiven” as you are my love
but it’s good,

so good enough  to see a world
birthed from this love!
Oh come toward me let’s be;

good enough.  So good enough
for all of us, oh, i could
never say ‘no’ to you.

:: 02-22-2015 ::