Beautiful Love

Beautiful Love,
Stay awhile,
It hurts when you're away.
The strings we tied
around our hearts
weren't meant to stretch that way.

For You

For you I sing of life unbridled

For you I live a tale without fear

For you I dance without recital

For I am wishing for you here.

Loving Lost

Love unexpected

Loving clear

Love unbidden

Loving here

Love unsafe

Loving crossed

Love unequaled

Loving lost.

But Still

Questioning, unfaltering
my sense of confusion in this state.
Your muted tongue tells
stories of love, but still...

Mysterious, delirious
your actions in this room.
My bare skin sings
your fingertips, but still...

Unlikely, unearthly
this lightning striking twice.
That night echoes
a history in my life, but still...

Gloriously, notoriously
our fusion of catalyzed bodies.
The world sighs
I shudder for breath, but still...

Desire, uninspired
that may be all we have.
I keep you in
so you can't leave, but still...

...But still I love you,
But still I question you,
But still I let you in.

...But still I need you.
But still I don't believe you.
But still I whisper,
'You are my gift.'

Wind Words

(A Lilibonelle)

I strain my ears to hear wind words.
Off in the distance Midnight tolls.
An echo carried on the wind
To lock our hearts and free our souls.

Off in the distance Midnight tolls.
Yet no clock tower lies in view.
Time is up for me I see
Too many ticks and tocks too few.

An echo carried on the wind,
It is a whisper through bare trees.
"Hurry child, tarry no more,"
Time is crying. I will appease.

To lock our heart and free our souls,
I see no gold and red winged birds.
My feet stay frozen to the ground,
I strain my ears to hear wind words.

Alder's Song

I.
My lonely Alder
Deep rooted at water's edge,
Wait a season more.
I am a Willow growing.
You are my King unknowing.

II.
From a simple seed
I will grow up in your shade
With our roots entwined.

III.
My lovely Alder,
Watch my eyes turn up to you
Yet my leaves hang down.
I am a Willow growing.
You are my Love unknowing.

Divinity

I spend my sunrise breathing His praise
Afraid of the failing night
yet I bask in the light of His presence
for prayers go unanswered when He's gone.

Another instant I am left breathless,
Another second of fallacious hope,
Another moment of worship at His temple.
I try to speak of His beauty internal
and my bounty of words falls short.
So I linger silently, as sunlight
transforms His skin to gold.

What raises a love so yawning
in the nights when we speak?
This love is destructive,
One-sided, fated to implode,
A priestess of a man, not a God.

I see no being has reached perfection
nearly as close as Him.
What is the lesson I should have learned?
My false idol, I will be true.