The Idol Maker – poem

I do not know who
is the maker of the idol
but there it was, alive and well,
this thing I so desired.

A little time, a little more,
the idol was not so sweet.
It showed its wear, its shine was dull,
this thing I so admired.

The idol which deceives
is an idol weaving dreams.
It surely will delay
the coming of the day.

Fall, it must,
for an idol is a lie.
The treasure it would seek
becomes the wind-borne dust.

Fear not its death; a troubled tear,
a sleepless night, the idol breaks apart.
But in the morning, clean and white,
the idol leaves no mark.

From Love’s Longing

Love Unashamed – poem

 

I am all alone.
Who will love me? Who will care?
All my efforts have come to naught.
Abandoned, forgotten, friendless.

Yet, all along, my friend, he walks.
He talks to me in tender ways.
He tells me that I have missed
the love that is especially mine.

I did not see the little smiles.
I did not hear the morning’s call.
I did not know life held me close.
My mind was lost in sorry thoughts.

In love’s kind way, we should not think
of what we want to grab and guard.
We share our light unashamed.
We reach and kiss an aching world.

I was mistaken to believe
I was so godforsaken.
How could I be when all the lovely things
have made their home in me?

From Love’s Longing

The Space Between Us – poem

Mind the space, so long endured,
it’s best for our protection.
I hope it’s true, for if it’s not
a thousand loves have I betrayed.

Look closer, dear,
a voice it sings as if it was a lullaby.
But if I heed it may become
the lure of my demise.

In fear, we come together
seeking a place of refuge.
In fear, we keep the space
lest our refuge become our captor.

The moments of sweetness
so easily discarded
when danger calls from
the abyss between the two.

Do not push away love’s hand
in punishment for what it cannot give.
Together, we bypass the gap
which is as deep as it is old.

Forget the chasm
so jaded with angry dreams.
Our fear is empty-handed.
Love’s hand has room for the other.

From Love’s Longing

Silent Like Sleep – poem

You appear by my side,
silent like sleep.
Soft hair, a little wild.
No fear, gentle like a calm river.

I turn and catch your gaze,
before you have time to look away.
Your eyes are searching inside mine.
Perhaps, they are mine.

More than nakedness,
for there is no cover to take.
The fire in your eyes
is ringed with water; wide and cool.

We are far from the brutal place,
but you do not think so.
You take my hand
and disappear like you were never there,
except that I am now somewhere else.

From Love’s Longing

Can You Not Remember? – poem

When did this brutality grow?
Can you not remember?
Go back to the place where you left that man dying.
This time you must bring him back with you.

I see you in my dreams.
Your face is edged with battle.
I touch your forehead from a distant land.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

The Earth glare is so bright.
It washes the white memory from your mind.
Have you forgotten that
we come from the same place?

You are looking for something,
demanding to be found.
Make your way back from that broken land.
Return from that empty place.

There is nothing there for you.
It holds a million shadows.
There are no friends there.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

It is warmer here.
Can you see the light?
Trust it.
It is safe.

It has lived a long time.
It has seen much more than you.
You fight a demon that you once knew
but the demon is already slain.

And from the corner of your eye,
you will see the scattered,
sacred fire reform again.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

Poem written June, 2015

From Love’s Longing