Rush....

In what a rush we live,
in what a rush we leave....

With what zeal we create,
with what abandon we destroy....

with what labour we collect,
with what flambuoyance we squander....

with what impunity we fight,
with what meekness we surrender....

with what a heart we give,
with what a coldness we refrain....

with what innocence we love,
with what cruelty we perceive....

In what a rush we live,
in what a rush we leave....

And then.....

There is a sea in my eyes
A desert in my heart
An orchard in my soul
Chaos in my mind
And yet, there you are,
Somewhere within me,
Like a diamond lost in a
Treasure of gold and silver.
And so, there is beauty;
And then, there are these words.

I saw you.....

I saw the sun rising from the sea to its glory.
I saw you in that moment of freshness.
Sunshine on my shoulders and you in my mind make me high.

The moon shines over me in this silent night's journey.
I felt you in that moment of quiet reflection.
A moonbeam on my brow and you in my heart make this moment so lovely.

When I....

When I saw gold and diamonds,
When I walked through those mountains high,
When I touched those clouds dark,
When I waded through that brook clear,
I was still meek in wonder at nature.

When I walked those dreary streets with you,
When I held those hands so delicate,
When I beheld your smile so genuine,
When I kissed those eyes so pure,
When I was held by your thoughts so lovely,
I was one with the Gods.

Why do my eyes burn?

Why do my eyes burn?
Why doesn’t the dust settle?
I rub my eyes,
There are a few tears,
And alas, it is today….
As this revelation occurs,
I see two reflections of me in the mirror.
You are beside me
Like I am a king and
You my crown’s beauty.
My conscious courts you
With these wonderful words.
My unconscious maroons me
In your pleasure.
I look for my thoughts I have labored
To write a song that would play forever,
In your splendor, of your beauty.
In this moisture in my eyes,
I feel your rise within me.
As I close my eyes again,
Your thoughts arise,
And I ponder in a corner….
Why do my eyes burn?
Why doesn’t the dust settle?

Moments in my solitude

When I am sitting here,
When I close my eyes,
Go do those sore sights
Comes does your smile
Like infant grass
To my blessed lips.

When I am sitting here,
When the breeze ruffles my hair,
Go do those aches
Comes does your care
To my weightless soul.

When I am sitting here,
When I feel this fragrance,
Go do those worries
Comes does your touch
Like the saving rain
To my parched heart.

When I am sitting here,
When this music wafts along,
Go do my acts
Comes does your grace
Like the perfection of time
To my tired body.

When I am sitting here,
When my thoughts come to you,
Go do my rationale
Comes does your name
Like words to a poor poet
To my caroused tongue.

I have....

In my self,
I have been God.
In my imagination,
I have created.
In a brightness,
I have seen beauty.
Like a creeper around a tree,
I have felt love all over me.
Like a fruit on its branch,
I have seen me bear its fruit.
Like a pine in the cold,
I have pined for the sky.
I have rafted the rapids,
I have run behind mirages,
I have been to the end of the sky,
I have been locked up,
I have been loved,
I am alone.

The Archway of Roses

When I sit alone, I let my heart wander.
It hastens, sure of the way,
To her gate. The archway of roses
Looks like its solace and it courts
Those flowers with such abandon.
Bathing in their fragrance and
Rejoicing their many colors.
And spirals into the heavens, in the
Anticipation of its future. But it knows
Not, only the gate has been touched.
The gardens are vast, and the flower
Beds hold such marvels. It lingers
At the gate with impatience.
It heeds my call to this earth.
It waits for me to let it go again,
To the archway of roses, where the
Moon shines over her sleep.

Charmed

One thread holds me back,
Like a golden rule that must be observed.
The strength of an ox and the will of a man’s
Is all void to this silken strand.
Like faith that moves mountains, It allows me to fly.
Sure is its grip whilst I soar and
Strong is its chiding when I glide into an abyss.
The mightiest is quelled at its heart,
Such is a man’s heart charmed by beauty.

Grace

You shower me with your grace,
but I receive it but with my little hands.

Your greatest gift.

You sit on a throne,
Above me, but by a whisker.
Unsung go my little actions.
In vain are my juvenile overtures.
Isn’t this your greatest gift?
I have been saved from a weak and unsure desire.

Come, sit with me for a moment....

I am working, toiling, like
I am rowing to the end of the world.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.

The world can wait,
Time can waste itself,
My work can be done, but later.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.

Let my face be perched opposite your perfection.
Let my soul soar as it senses beauty.
Let my heart flutter at the thought.
Let my eyes view their purpose.
Let my mind lose itself.
Come, sit with me for a moment in leisure.

A strange posture....

You hold me in your arms,
My arms envelope you,
Our eyes are locked.
We gaze into our lives.
A strange posture this for me.
Someone with me, in my room,
Who does not share it, or need it.
I dare not give,
I dare not ask.

Evenings....

There were evenings when
I had the moon beside me.
My gazing eyes would be glazed
At its perfection. Raptures.
The Gods were dancing and
The clouds were musing.
The food would be an afterthought.
The mind would bring my soul’s food.
There was a starry lane where I would stop
Thinking. I would be consumed by a spirit
And yet consume would my own.
Thus would an evening end,
In spiritual ecstasy and
A heavy set feeling of responsibility.

My Smile

My mind is clouded,
Shrouded by its thoughts,
But you as a thought stand out
Like a beacon to this lost sailor.

I hear the world with its many voices,
But you drown out the crowd with your silent whisper.

I am touched by a thousand hands,
But you touch me as a tender memory.

I am rendered parched by solitude,
But you drench me like a rain bearing cloud.

I am helpless to my emotions,
And you come to me as my pacifying spirituality.

I am stuck with my theories,
And you come as the season’s first breeze.

I am tired of life,
And you occur to me as an unsaid prayer.

I see a thousand things,
And you come to me as a woman.

I say a million words,
And you come to me as my poetry.

My mind is clouded,
Shrouded by its thoughts,
And you come to me as my smile.