0 commentsLove Eternal
Love eternal cannot be had;
All things grasped will be unclasped
Like hands that lose their early might.
Love eternal cannot be seen;
All sunsets fade away
And even eyes, in death, decay.
Love eternal can only pass
Like a migrant bird: the trackless
Tracks upon the sky.
Wednesday, November 17th, 2002
0 commentsHush, Hush, Oh Heart!
hush, hush, oh heart,
wake not the world with your ranting and raving;
the moon for which you long can hear you
even in your occasional silence,
like a sound wave tearing through space
towards the eardrum of some distant, blissful place.
hush, hush, oh heart,
your secret is safe with me. The key
is hidden in every atom of every drop
of every instant that you pound ferociously
against the four walls of Death;
one day the moon will find you
And set free the music in your muscles.
0 commentsThe Lover
Snow piled on the ground whilst I slept,
Pure white specks of water cascading
From the darkest corners of the sky,
And unbeknownst to me my heart lept
Like the tongue of a forest insect,
Snatching at air and not knowing why.
Morning made the world as bright
And tempting as empty paper,
And at the border of vision and sight
I saw an endless expanse, upon which
Doubt, hope, fear, bliss, and pain,
Were imprinted by the footsteps of light.
With aching brain, locked inside my house,
Thoughts of time overcame timeless thoughts.
Yet even the winter months could not douse
The flame that compels the world to grow.
And so, asleep or awake, joyous or sad,
My heart begs the world to be its spouse.
0 commentsThe First Snow
They told me the first snow is the purest,
its pristine whiteness but a precursor of slush and muck;
They told me the first snow brings with it
A fierce flurry of joy that dissolves in a puddle of discomfort;
They told me the first snow is the snow
That satiates the senses, and sends sunshine scurrying to other climes.
I did not listen. I merely watched water fall
While steam rose from my mouth to meet it.
The landscape, transformed by a cold shower of color,
Appeared every instant content, every instant eager for change.
My cheeks and eyes alike glowed with the indifference of an indigent flame,
And my body gave up its warmth so as to retain its bliss.
11/20/07
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