Since, he has appeared, approaching me at our friend’s birthday which we celebrated sprawled along the bank of the Langer See. As I was entering the lake alone the second time around, the water felt cooler after I’d been sitting in the shade of the trees for a while. I took my time, lingering in the shallows as I allowed the water to climb up to my belly button. He was hanging off the branch of tree submerged in the water and asked me how the experience of getting into the lake was going for me. We picked up a conversation – nice, easy and fun. Lost in it, I didn’t notice as a group of his friends arrived around us, emerging like sprites of the forest or nymphs of the lake – young, attractive, cheeky. As one of them (long, shiny hair and the humble confidence of toned cute) dove into the water right in front of us, his trunks slid down and the rest of us chuckled at the smooth, scrumptious shapes he uncovered. We moved around one another and spoke in a way which cast spells of the young who have missed each other; who are keen to play but are now careful how quickly they approach.
Category: Overarching
Hearts of Love Forgotten
We walk and
we talk and
we cycle and
we flock
after months where we rested and
we waited and
we laid and
we missed.
Suddenly emerge and
we gather and
we bud;
ready to embrace and
to kiss one another and
to dance in the day and
in the night.
Forth with all the color and
the light and
coming thunder as
our hearts of love forgotten
to the early rays besotten
lustily we offer.
Rain / Deliverance
The rain of today
brings winds before of yesterday
and where the sun tomorrow may lie
strikes but a moment
as your touch upon mine
seldom in future and past may lay.
Tomorrow may shine on yesterday’s flurry,
but, embrace me, love!
Drink me, never but today forever,
those temporal torrents diluting
as through you I flow
and in us deliverance sustain.
Static
As each day repeats itself
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drip,
–
drip,
–
drip.
This is the longest winter of my life.
All there is
Drawing within
need not succumb all in shadow,
folding, what’s there,
weaving within one another
and without another.
All is within you
and all that’s within you in all,
it is only acceptance which differs.
Acceptance which comes from yielding, alone,
the stasis you offer yourself, and all.
Do not be afraid of all that’s within,
the dwellers that slowness and silence deliver.
In noise it is easy to drown out their whispers,
yet life without quiet will swallow all whole.
Admit all there is
for life is a flurry
only if stillness is too much to bear.
Your Caress Alone / Anticipation
I await your gaze,
your lips and touch and passion’s purpose
upon the skin that glows
for your caress alone.
To be lost in me,
rapture seeded in impulsive embrace,
as I fold around and hold you tender
much like fruit in petals spring foresees.
For when the body feels of lovers true
so sprouts in gleaming shine,
the yearning, budding,
for your caress alone.
This work is dedicated to all the lovers distanced by our current emergency; to the flow of nascent romance that must find its way through patience to maintain its grace.
Do not abandon, love, what was there for you before, as for you thereafter it shall remain.
Whispered Prayer
May there be space in the year
for you to rest and to heal;
May there be space in the year
for ease to flow with no fear;
May there be space in the year
for you to reappear.
Living / Death
In darkness she walks the planes of thereafter
as death ‘round lives tender so mutedly preys
today then tomorrow draws her not closer
her presence through time shoring up in life’s bay.
A friend and a jester in shadows enveloped
she stands at my door asking with me to stay
the play of her forces draws me to greet her
for straying in blindness only time may delay.
Through pink and black leaves she outwardly beckons
and hands in cold terror belatedly folds
for both of us know she long here had treaded
leading our cycles unto the beyond.
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In darkness we walk, praying together
her void with my tears I never did fill
and as I embrace her she weaves in all feeling
priming a heart for life’s waves never still.
outward Storm / Tempest internal
Thunders and rains,
beckons and calls
that which from the heaven could pour
and within its meaning conform.
Immersing it all,
as eternity would, set loose
free upon the world to call
and within me storms to form.
The Sun of November / Fear rooted releasing
The Sun of November
on grey seas reflecting
through solitude waving
and with it I move.
Uncertainty seething
and others sense drowning
the depths of our being
in stillness consumed.
Resistance to yielding
in virtue transforming
through darkness and greeting
an ancestry formed.
The Sun of November
through solitude waving
Fear rooted releasing
and with it I moved.
Notes From Afar 