As I get into bed
I kiss a prayer flag
That’s hanging
As if I am saying
I love you my
Precious
Yeshi
I drift off to sleep
My body aches
For you my love.

As I look
At Tibetan art
In a store
While window shopping
I take a long close look
And I am reminded of us
In our time
When things were so simple
When things were so complicated

When I go to bed
And put on a certain
Song
You make my desire
And
Make my prayer flags move
And
Make heart race
My love
I can’t wait to see you
Again.

Bodies intwined
Like two coupling snakes
A senior monk
And a you woman fall
In love
While coupling
In secret.

Tounges dancing
Like ritual dancers
As the lovers
Commit their forbidden love
In the monastery.

It’s New Years
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Valentine’s Day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Easter
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Mother’s Day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Canada day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s labour day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s thanksgiving
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world


It’s Halloween
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s rememberance day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Christmas
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

There in Carleton Place
Was a female tibetan
Yakuza
Who looked at her tantric
Tattoos on her back
At the lovers in the tattoo
And cries
As it reminds of her
Monk lover she left
In another life.
A life in mideval Tibet.
Wondering where he is
In life.

We met in
A simple land
In a simple time
The people shunned
Us because your were a senior Lama
And I was young woman
We were both broken souls
Who fell in forbidden love

Now things are not
As simple
I am still a broken soul
A loner
Who turned tough
Until I had visions of you
And our love
But was in denial
Until I realized you loved
Me.
Still.

Two lovers
A Tibetan Lama and a young lady
Where walking
Arm in arm
Kissing eachother gently
As they were going to
India
Where confronted
By bandits
They fought with the
Young lady’s lover
The Lama
When he was finished
He said “I love you Nebo, I always will”
She kissed him
And ran off to the mountains
And climbed until
There in the extreme cold
Nebo wept
In the snow
Until the cold done her in.

Dreamsicle Mournings:
I mourn your
Warnings.
Early Mornings:
A thorn in my
Rosary-
I’m stuck on the
Same prayer.
I’ve torn my
White wings-
Forever falling.
Forlorn for
Rosemary.
God, get me
There.