Poems
Journey
Inside grey mist,
Beside waters invisible,
Unfathomable,
A fire burned
In the house of our hearts.
The cold stone hearth
Of mutual and separate years,
Never to be changed,
Was enwrapped in the flames,
For a time,
Flickering before each of us,
For a time
Unseen to either of us.
To sustain and release the heat
Of the coals of time
We call upon the magic
Of our powers,
Of love's imagination,
Of our soul's peregrinations,
As we search for the eyes
That whisper in our ears alone;
We are all Ulysses.
I have been encircled
Hours on end.
Haunted, if you will
By your eyes, above.
By your cries of love
Echoing from the recesses of a passion
I do not completely understand,
but long to ignite forever.
Yet I have no declarations
Except for those of my own heart.
An alchemist, I work only with
What I have known and learned:
There are no assurances.
But I shall not worry
Love must be left to chance,
To its own formless dance.
Merciless.
What makes permanence?
It is no great illusion, but the goal
Elusive yet in sight
As long as we do not fail to see
The other.
I have chosen to ignore the ghost
who has been ruling me,
Feeding me doubts
When I needed faith.
Darkness only foretells death,
I have never lived in shadows
And I shall not now.
Give me this day
The daily bread of your self,
Of your truth of heart.
And you will have a man
Who knows no hunger.