They clash head on,
Swords ruling the battle,
War cries ringing loud.

The quickening of blood
Slowly painting crimson
The blades wielded by men.

I see the fire in your eyes,
Passion of your bravery
And courage of heart.

I see a gentleness of love
In your power and strength,
You fight as no other ever.

For the battle is not always
Clearly chosen for self,
But for whom is precious.

Unborn child within me;
You grow into beauty
And glowing health,
As a pearl grows
Within its oyster shell.

I feel the pulses of life
Awakening in me,
Awakening in you.

You lie snug and warm
In your dark cocoon,
Dreaming, moving
And listening.

Are you a part of me,
Or am I a part of you?

I feel you moving under my heart,
Stirring in your peaceful slumber,
And I wonder if you will ever again
Be as close to me as this.

Never shall I cease to wonder
At the strong ****** that is you
Underneath my hand;
At the miracle
Of being heavy with child.

In our moments of oneness,
I awaken to the new life in me.

I feel the warm sun upon my skin
As it penetrates and enfolds
The stark early morning cold.

And I remember how I have loved you
When my love was still unafraid,
And my hope the only flame in me.

I kept it burning high, so high;
I did not even have the faintest glow
Inside my body when it died.

Spring flower spray blossoms
Shower me with joy!
Open ye, wide sky windows
To let my shadows fly away!

I have run from you
a thousand miles.

And yet you never left
to let me be alone
in my forgetfulness.

Have I known for so long
that you shall not return?

And yet I cannot free myself
from the dark corners
wherein I hide.

I have loved you
I am sure.

So many times,
not knowing how long
before the mist will cloud you.

How deep can I hide
from this fear of knowing
that you left because
I could not love you?

Purple sheets of petal,
Softly glowing in the dark
Of almost night.

Softly touching my cheek,
the enveloping cloud
surrounds me like a neon cloak.

I can see your face
reflecting in an overflowing
purple pool of mist.

And petals gently plopping,
enveloping the image
of your loveliness.

(Jacaranda madness)

Are you really so far away
That I cannot touch you,
And feel the crinkles of your sleeve
Underneath my fingers upon your arm?

Would you simply look around
And turn away again,
Not knowing that I talk
To you all by myself?

Even if you could listen,
And not hear a word;
Would you know that I’m
Just a little bit crazy?

Just a little bit crazy
With longing for you.

In the last shadows
you probe a blackness
that cannot be fathomed,
for a shaft of light
that will set you free
from the agony inside you.

To gracefully warm you,
leading you from the cold
recesses of your mind
to face a new morn
alighting in the East.