think away bad
know love
feel time

On this rainy night--
my lover and I,
under the covers
-- staying not dry.

No, I can't.
You're tearing
the gossamer thread
woven of love's dreams,
that knit our separate hearts
into one,
shining, bright and clear,
golden
glowing
with all the tenderness we gave
freely, without any hesitation,
without forgiveness, in our
lonely hearts' "YES!"
as we ran like kids
hand in hand
into summer.

I beg of you-- don't
please don't
tear these
slender
golden
threads
asunder!
Follow
them,
dare to
trust and
believe in them-
they will unite our hearts again.
Give yourself to love--
and Love will stay,
will give us
what we need
to become one
with each other
and with Love itself.

I love you too much
to just let you go,
so I couldn't
I couldn't let this night go by.

Ask an introvert
how he feels
when surrounded
by extroverts,
and that's
what you'll
hear.

I wanted to
come to your
door
and
urge you ,
"lie with me."

I wanted to
undo your blouse,
release your
*******,
feel your *******
brush my chest.

I wanted to
deeply
kiss
and tenderly
caress
all of
you,
holding you,
my beloved wife,
so very
close.
I want to
feel your pleasure.
I want to
be your lover
once more.
I desperately want
you to
love
me.

But
I didn't
knock on your
door.
I was
sure
you'd say
"No!"
and turn me
away
to lie
alone
again,
adrift
on the
empty
raft
of our big
wedding bed
as I do
every night,
longing for
the closeness
and love
you say
I
have destroyed.

Instead,
I finished the wine.
There was just
one last
glass.
I sipped it
while I reviewed
my good
old songs.
The wine worked,
I felt like
singing,
and I wondered:
what am I doing
here?

I have no
idea
what I have
done
or not done
to alienate you,
my most beloved
alien.

For me
you are the only
woman--
so
righteously
angelic,
yet
so
cruel
in your
truth speaking.

Is it time to mourn
That never again
will you hold me
inside your
soft
sanctuary,
never again
will we share
the breathless
convergence
of flesh and
spirit?

Though
I may not
deserve
your love's  
benediction,
it is what
I most
ardently
desire
now
and
for which
I will
long
forever.

Winter snow falls in the mountains,

and, melting, seeps down to the spring.

The spring, in a turbulent fountain,

with a sweet song of youth to sing,

runs down to the riotous river,

and the river flows on to the sea.

Then the water again,

in the snow and the rain,

goes back where it used to be.


I wonder if reincarnation

isn't much like the rain and the snow,

returning through all of eternity

to the places that it used to know.

You and I
together, we
enter a heavenly shrine--
Nature,
God's
cathedral
divine