love poem about my muse |
songsara her memory sat with me for coffee today strange angel peeled away my layers fearlessly tapping the core to be lovers would have lessened it, though, being a man, i would ruin my muse in foolish passion spending my heart on mortal promise and failing the surpassing reward we are so foolish protect us from the panic of loneliness, meld loneliness into strength into resolve to know the better meanings of alone return to me at a secret hour my fair midnight love my lover beyond passion my heart beneath the beating return to me when you find yourself a bit more free when you and the finesse that drinks in the night are put away when you and the largesse that reveals perfect light when you and your infinite resources have returned to the abode of their proper belonging have ceased hurting and come home when i can hold you again like a bird with a broken wing when i can bring you back to your own true self when i can protect you once more i will be happy when i know that your mind is safe i will be happy though i know that the savvy of your innocence will prevent you from being a victim still i hope that you are among friends i hope there is love in your life as your wisdom summons my greater being so are my gifts offered at your feet let me clear your path of apocryphal terror and useless embrace let me sweep away all false love and hate that could ever block your way let me seed the fields of your future with golden apple trees and wine meet me in the palace of our singular touching where we will laugh on the roof until dawn’s quiet hand relieves our reverie in her special way rolling eternal sameness into a fresh moment a new and brilliant day waking the world with her sweet love let us flee into the rising sun taking what is offered; asking no more living in the embrace of the world’s plenty there by the cause of our giving of ourselves after nights of knowing what could have been - probably nothing and all things possible within that i fear what we might lose in vain embrace and what could we find in that union would we love each other past what we now know or would we rescind the sacred space that always finds us when we find ourselves together i have no pictures of you i would know you tomorrow i guess i may see you again and you will purple your teeth on the blood of my mind As you are right in all matters which concern me i can tell you what you most need to know to choose your next i can find hidden and deep trails among your many possible futures which will aid you most i know the step you should take to continue your journey but only when i see your face teach me how to be again for one moment more help me remember why i draw each breath and why i wander this sad place alone never knowing peace prove to me that i can be kind in this harsh and desperate life prove to me my mercy even on the fringe of despair prove to me that our seeing of each other was true that such an accident is impossible to say that i miss you would render my promise false i would not burden you in that way but to say that i long for you now and again when ordinary love has turned to sadness when rain taps its sad and mystic rhythm through days of distraction and desire when my broken heart would be offered as your feast does not make me untrue to you in any way |