All entries for Tuesday 28 April 2009

April 28, 2009

No Separation

Born from different wombs I love you

As if we were the same being

And seeing you cry

just made you love me more

when I hold you, I want to hold you

so much that you tranfuse through my chest

into my heart – no separation.

Love hurts I’ve discovered,

but what am I to do

When you have a spirit and soul to match your

Heaven-mirrored beauty

That’s it –

You mirror heaven and I stand in front of you

And am struck dumb and in awe.

Remember the silly hobo-child from the other-side

Of the valley.

He remembers you.

The explosion in his heart wont let him forget.


The Evening Water

Crawling across the evening waters

           Golden worms and caterpillars

Born of the crystal street lamps

           That decorate the river highway.

The blind blacksmith with the one silver eye

           left just a minute ago

Having told me of Ireland and the fall

          And I am left on the tall banks -

of the water, that gently kiss

          the whispering reeds.


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