THE SACRED ROAD
The
heart sometimes
leaves an easy trail to follow,
like footprints in newly fallen snow.
I know where I have been,
all I need to do
is look at the tracks
left by my heart.
I know so little about us.
No matter how close we sleep,
or how much we talk,
I never really know what is inside,
just behind your dark brown eyes.
I never know where I stand
in your dreams and desires.
I never know how deep
you drink from my heart's well.
In time, I will not question us,
nor worry about the sunrises,
that bring more light to our life.
I have you NOW.
At this very moment,
that is all I can ask.
That is all I ever needed!
#
1/19/98
THE DESERT
Every
desert
is but an orphaned beach,
abandoned long ago
by ancient seas.
Thirsty sands
that still dream
of ocean embraces.
I am much like the desert
when we are apart.
My thirsty heart
still dreams of your embrace,
as if I were trying
to reunite my soul,
with some missing
of myself.
#
9/17/00
MEN ARE NOT MOUNTAINS
Men
are not mountains.
They will erode away
from the tides of love.
Those silently
falling tears
shed quietly within,
pound at the very shores
of their soul.
They are not mountains
for they cannot stand
so tall
when all alone.
#
COSTUMES
You were hiding
your real feelings
and thoughts,
costumed as a smile
and a muted laugh,
so that
I only knew
where the shadows fell,
and not the source of your light.
I do not know
what you really taste like
when love is hungry
and the moon is full.
Nor what you
really might feel like
wrapped between
my hairy arms
and the darkness of night.
Take off your costumes
and expose your naked soul,
so that I
may experience
the real you!
#
Oct. 1998
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