All entries for Tuesday 28 April 2009
April 28, 2009
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
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.
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.