My last post was back in April, and some of you have been kind enough to reach out to me in the meantime, and I’m grateful for the kindness. I left off with Part Three of “Alone in the Wilderness”, intending to write a concluding Part Four, but ran squarely into a good case of writer’s block on the whole topic. So, I decided to just let it sit and wait for inspiration. The inspiration that came wasn’t to write that fourth part, but to write three mystical poems. If you look hard enough, you might even find some relevance to certain themes of the “Alone” series. In any case, I just might be back in action.
My Star
Cherished One
all my love and my passion,
all my desire and my dreams,
all my screams are for you.
The flow and the catching of this breath,
the pulse and the rushing of this blood,
the shake and the bending of these knees,
the clasp and the trembling of these hands,
are all moved by the burning of this fire for you.
As the great cup of the heavens
revolves around the Northern Star,
so all my thoughts and feelings
revolve around none other than you,
O precious light of my nights.
Though my sight of you may be obscured
by distance, mist, or the glare of the sun,
you are the constant one,
the light in the eye of my heart,
my most beloved One,
my star.
Fountain of My Bliss
O Dearest One,
O sweetness who sets my heart aflow,
all too well you know
the halting and faltering of my fears.
You know my weakness and my tears
amid the world’s rules for sharing love,
for keeping what is below
apart from what is above,
and how the hesitations of my soul
keep me so sadly removed
from pouring out all I have in truth
so that all may know my devotion
and hear my songs of adoration
for you who is more filled with splendor
than I could ever imagine or render.
Still your arms remain open for me,
and your soft cheek receives
the simple offering of my kiss.
O I am so grateful just for this,
my Cherished One,
the fountain of my bliss.
This Foolish Heart Beats
sometimes it seems
as though you hide from me,
my Beloved,
as though only by chance I catch
but a glimpse of your shadow,
a few sounds in a fading echo,
a whiff of your perfume,
or a fleeting moment
of sensing your touch,
and for this much
I am thankful
and often content
yet other times I fret
through troubled days and nights,
feeling a distance I do not want,
an abyss between us,
a vacancy that is the stretching out
of a deep dark chasm within,
where all too easily
my doubts and fears pour in
so at times,
in the madness of all or nothing,
I have tried to pretend
that all my feelings for you
aren’t what they seem to be,
that even my awe,
my adoration and affection
are only the infatuations
of a romantic imagination,
and that my hopes and sense
of intimate connection with you
are merely the vain dreams
and delusions of a fool
if I am such a fool
then it is my only wisdom to accept it,
uncertain of all but the mystery of you,
my Cherished One,
and even in the darkest depths of this truth
I find my love for you still burns,
and so it shall continue,
perhaps even longer
than this foolish heart beats
These and other poems by me can be seen at The Incomplete Works…