You capture me
With a smile deep in your eyes
Sun and moon together shine
You transport me
Both yesterday and tomorrow
disappear in your warmth
You touch me
And from your touch
spring warm summer hillsides
studded with flowers
and perfumed by the winds
You hold me
And from your arms
comes the warmth
of a raging fire on
the safest hearth
Snug against the winter
winds of life
that threaten to carry me away
Your lips, so absent, beckon
sweetest water
under an arid sky
Words whisper between us
silent as moonlight
They flow, wordless
Yet full of meaning
I strain to hear them
in vain
with these woman's ears
and hear only a deafening
heartrending silence
Until you steal close
surround me again
and from both darkness and sorrow
I hear you once again
Wordless whispers
Only my soul can hear
When once you have persuaded her
to listen.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, \ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit \ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, \ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
Monday, January 01, 2007
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2025 10 03 - It's a Con, I tell you!
AGAIN a number of years have flown by, slick as a whistle. But it's Con time again, and that made me think of this. Here. Words here tha...
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I want to see you naked: without your hat, without wristbands, without the invisible protections you wall your soul with to survive. The res...
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Grief washes over me like waves on the ocean A salty mist dries on my cheeks And I hear cries like seagulls' resounding in my skull As t...
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It was erie this morning. Early morning mist obscured the trees in front of me as I sat at a stoplight. Brilliant ruby red, piercing in it...
2 comments:
Love....dangerous in so many ways...drawn to its pain as much as its beauty...
Would that I could take away all the sharp edges and replace them with warmpth and light.
I am and will remain the eager listener and eager comfort for you to land...you have but to let me know..when to show at your step.
Yes, dear -- that cup runneth over & is always & forever returned a hundred fold... a repeating theme in a lifetime conversation :)
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