Poems

A North Wind

I have now stood before a place,
Where the deep northern sea of your one-time joy
And your unfathomable pain existed.
My heart has moved closer to your soul.
The experience of love
Is what we share,
Though no other will ever know
The depth of what it was,
What it has been.

In these later years of dragged histories,
We hope to make rights from wrongs
Either done unto others or received.
Looking forward,
We lean into the wind of the unknown,
Walking towards light
through the tunnels of our lives.

But I have now been touched
by the place where you were born.
Seeing the land of your eyes
Is an experience I now prize,
For to know where you have smiled
And cried
Is to know a piece of your inside.

So often you have voiced objection,
The obtrusive obscurity of words.
perhaps
The conveyance of true stories,
the essence of ourselves
Lies in the unbearable understanding of glances,
the enunciation of touches,
the connotation of kisses.
Given without expectation of return,
and with the grace of forgiveness.

Within them lies a book of scars,
and our redemption,
This, our todays.

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