DARLING light whose gentlest touch
might by brightest light guide
my love of life upon this night
Guide my trust
Guide if must
And forgive the rest of my weakest
traits within those hands called fate
My Darling Light that lives
and dwells within my Soul and Spirit
And saves me this night
Save my trust
Save if must
by gentlest touch this night
:: 09-30-2018 ::
DO not weep for me tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars singing their light.
Forgive the clouds you see
some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.
If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love;
the language of Things
Great and Small.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
IN LOVING memory of the countless
forgotten moments i said of Love,
“My Fear Does Not Believe In You.”
That love believed in me
That love forgave me
That love loved me
is the purest
of all love.
Is Love.
:: 09-20-2018 ::
THAT Love-Bee
whose royal coat
i adore be love!
That love is
amazes me
and loyal-note
to the world:
pain is sharp
a laugh lighter
but love the regal
sting of love-bee!
:: 09-20-2018 ::
WHILE words choke when love
for you springs my heart
hush gentle hammer-beat!
Mind full as splash-colored
Fields oh sun! Warmth as passion!
My beloved dearest one.
There across the creek
below the Oak by the root
tulips and stars two lips
as ours — the precious time!
The secrets so sweet as the
twinkle within your
eye my loveliest one!
From one to two now three!
:: 09-16-2018 ::
Mellifluous are the songs of moon
lit lips pressing a maddened
heart as mine!
This largest night ate the orchards
and prismatic towns by the shores
where waves say goodbye torturing
women who have lost their sailors
on calmer nights.
Instead of life the sea has come
has come to take from me
all i have called normality
what most who love may dislike
what some who hate may balance
i n l i f e :
a severe disinclination
or tolerance for such as me!
so cold are some it feels as stings
from a polar bee!
:: 09-08-2018 ::
because of truth i am sure
as when viburnum blooms
each spring assured
my love is there
my love is there
of what hearts procure
not by menial task
or frivolous chance
but of hope, faith,
audacity and strength-
life’s quadrature
:: 09-05-2018 ::
there is no need for apologies
the sun sat melting over
the stubborn day’s edge
as my love does for you
And tonight well this night
a messenger sent her touch
a message ultimately meant
for us
but the nightingale sang its
melodious voice and a
noblest wisdom ate the words
intentions are well meant but
ignorance an obscuring dusty
path
And the moon glow is a blanket for
jilted ghosts who have no
where to sleep
as me.
:: 09-03-2018 ::
Soothing wooden
window pane!
Where hope dwelt
upon ridden raw
weight of elbows
dreaming days;
The wait as
dropping rain
the
falling snow
windy days
summer’s glow
a fall in grace!
there i knew
your face
across distant
seasons too
as stung beelike
humming buzzing
where i buried
just a memory
of you
of waiting
for you
as always
the long season
of God’s Grace!
:: 12-18-2014 ::
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