Cherry Blossoms
I sit in the midst of
A storm of pink petals ~
Fluttering down from
The cherry trees
Across the way~
A whimsical breeze ~
Threads through the
Branches ~
Pulling the fragile
Blossoms ~
By the
Thousands ~
In its wake ~
And I’m transfixed
And enchanted ~ and
Longing for more ~
Moments like these ~
Lurk around every
Corner ~ invisible
To all but the
Watchful heart ~
For it is through the
Eyes of the heart ~
That Truth and
Beauty are discerned ~
As I truly am
The stars call out my name ~
In alien tongues I don’t
Know how I understand ~
The sickle moon smiles
Down on me ~ and
Dawn is hours away ~
Accountable to no man
While I sleep ~
These hours are mine ~
The only time I can
Be truly who I am ~
A work in progress still ~
Clay-footed when my
Soul desires to soar ~
Yet I press on ~
My progress may at times
Seem nonexistent ~
But I keep the flame of
Faith alive ~ through
Every trial that besets me ~
For I have learned
While on my journey ~
That God ~
And the Universe ~
Help those
Who help themselves ~
If I Were Your Little Dog
(The musings of a man deeply in the dog house)
If I followed you home
Would you keep me ~
Give me a bath and
A nice juicy bone
To chew ~
Tie my topknot
With a little ribbon ~
Whisper words
Of love ~ and hold me
Against your heart ~
And I would be
Your little friend ~
Your comfort when
Your heart was sad ~
So happy just to
See you ~ even if
I see you ~
Ten times a day ~
We would be
Inseparable ~
For the few short
Years we’d have ~
And I would be
Content to be
Your best friend ~
Then I would
Never hurt you ~
As I hurt you now ~
Perhaps it would
Be for the best ~
Or ~ just perhaps ~
You could forgive
Me ~ one more time ~
My footsteps lead me to the windswept beach, where rain pelts down from a leaden sky. When last I walked these sands you were by my side, and there was nothing I could not do or be. You were the light of my life, the warmth of my hearth and my heart. I gaze at the distant stars and wonder which one of them is you, for I know you are not really gone. Your beautiful spirit has only outgrown its earthly envelope. Oh, but I miss you. I find myself searching my memories for the exact color of your eyes, the different textures of your body, and of your breath, so warm upon my skin. There is not a moment that I don’t remember, and I’m not sure if that is a blessing or a curse.
Why, oh why, did we choose to share each other’s lives for such a brief moment in this existence? Who could have known that Death would be so envious and so cruel? Certainly not I. I believed you and I were for the ages, never to part in this life or the next, and I am shattered still, though years have passed. And time does not heal my wounds, no matter how faithfully or how often I apply it.
Time, the most unforgiving and the most elastic element of our brief sojourn in this reality we have all created. Always Yin to Yang, dark to light, good to evil. For all time the center must hold and the basic Universal laws apply. And I must go on, cowardice and unbearable pain to be hidden and endured, and choosing Death the one thing you would never do or allow of me. You always had such high expectations for me. I find myself trying still to please you and hoping somehow you are watching me and smiling. And so I find your loving hand guiding me from beyond the world that I can see. Is all as you had hoped, and does the Light blind you, or can you face it smiling, now that you and the Light are one?
Unanswered yet again, now I must go. The tide is rising and the wind plays havoc with my hair, tangling the strands so that I can barely see. I have put it off as long as I can, the going home. Because your chair will still be empty and your favorite book is still on the floor by where your feet last rested, its pages rumpled from the fall. Your lion’s heart is stilled at last, your job all done. You have moved on, as must I, but I will remember and I will abide, till I can be with you again.
There’s a thing
I’ve noticed
About beauty ~
It seems the
Moment beauty
Is observed ~
It starts to fade ~
Perhaps it cannot
Withstand ~
The pitiless and
Unending scrutiny ~
Of those who would
Possess it ~
Sully it with
Their greedy hands ~
Their lustful eyes ~
Or perhaps it is
As a wise man said ~
That familiarity
Breeds contempt ~
Maybe it is
Something in our
Human nature ~
That causes us to
Look for flaws ~
Or perhaps we are
Simply grown jaded ~
And must be
Forever on the hunt
For something newer ~
More exciting ~
Or mayhap it is
Simply that there
Is that in us ~
Which would see
Beauty ~
Brought down ~
It’s eighteen minutes
Till December ~
The street lights
Sparkle down ~
On the rain-wet
Pavement ~ and
I fear that it will
Wash away
The sidewalk art ~
Where leaves have
Left their images ~
Imprinted on the
Unforgiving concrete ~
The water overruns
The gutters
As I watch ~ and
Hapless pansies
Are drowned
In the flood ~
Their bodies
Strewn like victims
Of a mass
Extinction ~
Or of a singularity ~
The symbol
In astronomy of
A black hole ~
And I marvel ~
At how even
Rain and flowers ~
Follow the laws
Of the Universe ~
The Parting
At a certain level ~
Pain has a presence of its own ~
This pain breathes into me ~
Without a warning ~ with
No time to prepare ~
And I am caught out ~
With no chance of escape
Or of evasion ~
No way to change the
Certainty in your eyes
Once more to doubt ~
I would have spared you
Had my body not betrayed
Me ~ and I know my heart
Is in my eyes ~
From here on the path
Lies hidden ~ and I cannot
See the stars ~
Will we go on ~
Now that we know
That now is all we have ~
Have we the courage
To live our love to its
conclusion ~
My love that I be blessed
To breathe my last
Here in your arms ~
