You looked back
and I couldn’t see, any longer
the blue emotion in your eyes
that you carried away
with yourself.
I looked on
and you couldn’t see, flying
the butterfly of my being
moving closer to you
with your departing steps.
Tag Archives: being
World of pain
I dwell in this world of pain
For in same measure
I dwelt in joy
Love is not a neutral
Feeling; there is being
and non-being
You awakened the
Force of my longing
Through your absence
Only by being fully
In this sensation
Can I come through it wholly
I cannot desire it away
It is no more of my asking
As is my wish for you to love me
I pray: find me in the space
Between my words; behold me in that
Which isn’t in your eyes
sometimes
Sometimes
time stands still
reflecting an image of you
Sometimes
Im haunted by those
moments that still linger
in secret corners
of my being
Sometimes
in those moments
I stumble upon myself, a stranger
passing by, pausing
for a glimpse
of that unearthy experience-
our togetherness
Sometimes
I witness the miracle
that our paths
should have crossed
when we are worlds in ourselves;
now nothing
in my world would be the same
ever
reeds of love
while we talk about giving
and being
you’ve forgotten
how to receive the abundance
with grace;
somewhere between
your leaving and now,
a thousand silent footsteps
in waiting
have gathered into
one long dark night
to carry the empty space
of your embrace
into the distant shores
of a deserted dream
where the wails
of a lone bird
whose wings have been clipped
can still be heard
among the reeds of love
my mind is peaceful
my nerves relaxed, yet
let me cry
and spread the black ink
as i write
on these white sheets-
for cupped in unrhyming words
my heart still bleeds
and the glow of my lamp
has replaced
the daylight and my smile;
let not these verses alone
fill the diary of my life
let there be a few blank pages
for the memory of you
to visit and dance
among the reams of love
rings in my pond 