posted July 26, 2002 03:43 PM              

tears spring from surplus love
you said

overflowing from the wells
of naked need and consummate compassion
within the human heart

but when eyes are dry, and cannot weep

what say you then?

how would you define these listless eyes?
are they the frosted windows
of an apathetic soul, now cold and numb
immune to even former pain ..
windows through which nothing can be seen
save endless sheets of dreary rain?

or are they dry, my eyes, tonight
because they gaze upon
a stranger's form and face before me
and that stranger has begun to bore me?

if tears stem from love
as you just said

then this apathy in me must be
the desert wasteland of a once pure love

now dead

decaying, unwatered by the merciful blessing
of healing tears
choked by bitterness, strangled by lies
yet waiting, like Lazarus in his tomb
for the ringing command ..

"come forth, and rise!"

posted July 31, 2002 11:33 AM            

and I hung the prisms on the cord
one by one
and when I finished
the sun shone through the crystals insanely
till every corner of that cozy room
was splashed with dancing rainbows

thousands and thousands and thousands of rainbows!
Isn't that simply fabulous?" Venus Trines At Midnight Page 64

posted August 02, 2002 06:05 PM              

STAR SIGNS

posted August 15, 2002 04:32 AM              

"get out! why do you stay here where you don't belong?"

oh, Gooober, I was wrong, so wrong!
it was you who were strong - and I who was weak
you shouldn't have turned the other cheek, when I hurt you
you should have given me, as the Gaelic say
the back of your hand
for behaving that way
... but you only gave me daisies

you gave me daisies-for-forgiveness
except for a few special days, when you gave me
violets-for-rememberance
to fill the bleak and empty hole grief carved in my heart so long ago

posted August 16, 2002 08:11 AM              

love is not always
doing what brings pleasure

love is also
doing what is good for someone
whatever the cost
at the moment

sometimes, it's leaving
.. for a while

and the love is shown then
in the pain given

for pain is a lesson
best learned
from the one who loves you the most

posted August 23, 2002 04:47 PM              

while you're out there wandering on the wind

darling

what are you thinking
what are you feeling
what are you seeing
what are you hearing
what are you smelling?

and how can you do all those things alone
without me to do them with you?

I ask you this, in these words
because I read them tonight
in a letter you wrote to me last spring

now I send them back to you
your own words
with just these few more of my own

... there's such an emptiness beside me now
where you used to be
you left a space too large to fill
with any kind of happiness

except your presence

posted September 06, 2002 10:11 AM              

do you know what it is about us
that brings my deepest serenity
my most trembling springs
and the clearest rings of the silver bells
in my heart?

it's that small funny druid thing
we do with each other
when I'm baking biscuits or taking a bath
changing a typewriter ribbon
feeding the kittens, or brushing my hair

and you're reading e.e. cummings
cleaning out the fireplace
melting wax for Christmas candles
or standing on your head
near the dining-room chair

and our eyes meet .. to lock
in a deep, deep knowing

then we fly together

touch noses

and whisper

"magic"!