I've come back now
       from the periphery -
       where the multitude of
       things with names
Occupies all thinking,
                 all emotive reaction.

This must be what is termed
       primal wisdom
       - this constant compulsion toward
         the substantive.

Your arms and your mouth
The warm breath on my skin
The caressing movements of your body
Through one transient night...

Restores all
       to simplistic clarity -
Leaves me grounded
       in the real.


- fr

May be I should have,
Never come to this town.
With all my accent and tradition,I made myself a clown.
When I first entered, I wish you would be around,
To teach,to preach, to save me, when I drown.
We are no match and I think I let you down.

Hidden in safety.
Mystery lives, rests, and waits.
Lifting shrouds with time.

Another bird sings today
in the forest of your love
Today an unknown man rows
the boat of your love.

Today you are drawing
someone's new dreams
and another sun rises
in your morning.

I hear someone else's song
in your voice of pride
Does it give you pleasure
to not think of me inside?

Maybe you've written lately
someone else's life story
Even you've given another poet
all of your love poetry.

Yes, I feel so relieved today
to see your happy smile
I don't get hurt anymore
to think of your memories.

You're having a good time
Keep it up, sweetheart
I have nothing to ask you
I will always be alright.