Poems
Genuflection
Before the keyboard
I genuflect
Kiss thoughts in their womb
Step towards the church
where words of love find their form
It is the half-light of morning
that brings me
fullest illumination,
When ruminations
seem closer to truth than fact.
But I only speak of feelings, illusions, perhaps,
Trying to make the unknown visible,
The work of a magician.
I see her in the dancers' moves
Her blue-grey youth passes
through eyes that have seen disappointment,
And have turned their back on the world.
But if pirouettes can still make her smile
Then there is hope.
To see her happy
Is to know pure joy.
For as in the moment when I dance, long, inside of her,
I know I was born to please her,
Release her
Unto herself.
I desire to bring all the things
we held dear when we were young,
Back to the forefront of her heart.
To let her see how much they can still mean
If one allows their light space,
restoration to the original grace
of their birth.
We seek holy places in our lives,
Make pilgrimages through our souls,
Wander too far from roads
We've always known so well,
For the sake of discovery.
In the end, we come back home,
Tired,
and try to start again.
Take me in, to your hearth,
And I will wrap you in the trusty coat
of my emotion,
of my devotion's flames
Where the winds
that have blown you to and fro
Will become unknown,
A memory of an unholy time
So long ago.