I can feel your pain, like the falling rain
In Spring she danced with her true love Each step in softness, lights descending From the silver rays of moon above Terpsichore's guidance never-ending.
Summer found her slightly winded Though to her lover’s hand she held And while this dance more quickly ended, Within his arms all fears were quelled.
Upon a chilled wind Fall did follow Fatigued, she cried, “No more to dance!” He prayed to her beloved, Apollo, “What price secures another chance?”
In Winter’s snow she found her rest His tears upon her funeral pyre; Now holding close within his chest One final dance, his heart’s desire.
(Dedicated to Jules)
We always sleep with curtains drawn,
in the soft blue light of morning,
I rise and pull the black velvet tight.
How long will love be kept waiting,
our trembling hearts anticipating,
yearning reflected in half-closed eyes,
eschewing sleep where passion lies,
with spoken words clearly stating –
how long will love be kept waiting?
For love is purely mesmerizing
tightly embrace as the sun is rising,
come fill this Pagan’s heart with joy,
for daylight brings my heart’s envoy
in nature’s work there’s no disguising,
something purely mesmerizing.
Your burning love makes shadows bright,
and carries us through to dawn’s first light,
dancing circles turn around,
feeling the Earth’s beat underground
on this blessed day of shortest night,
the sweetest love makes shadows bright
To warm myself within God’s heavenly embrace,
Beneath the celestial canopy of midnight’s awe
Like a feather in the wind, like a prayer set free
her joy to fill our grieving chests,
enabling us to forever feel
Be still my love.
There now, can you hear it?
within the shadows
of our mingled selves,
softly rising upon
the rhythms of our breath.
sweet angel of love.
Lie spent upon my breast
surrender to the
symphony of our souls.
Feel your senses
to the chords
of desire’s keyboard;
upon colored notes
within the crimson chambers
of our dream-soaked hearts.
Hear the song
muted passion sirens
lilting lightly across
the dim-lit chasms
of our melded minds;
See the trees
laughing willows of lust
sweeping low over
bending sensuously to us
in morning’s whispered light.
Taste the waters
washing over our
quenched, naked forms,
cascading into deep pools
Smell the fragrance
desires fully blossomed
with petals of relief
falling, simply drifting
from the branches
or our love.
Touch the ribbons
behind love-clenched eyelids;
blinding pastel visions,
stretching, softly binding
soul to soul in evening’s brief rapture.
Sleep deep, my love.
Carry this lullaby
into your hazy slumber,
In the cool, gray light of morning
we will write another.
You ask if love’s forever –
A promise I can’t make,
But if I could, or thought I should
I would not hesitate.
I’d promise you forever
And then a day or two
If I were free to guarantee
Forever loving you.
But promises are born of doubt
A doubt that’s seldom real;
The love we know can only grow
In trusting what we feel.
Yet, I’ll promise you this moment
If words can still your fears;
Just hold me now and show me how
To love you through the years.