Recreation of Love

Life, once raging storm of mortal senses,

            Becalmed not by forlorn heart,

Did beset this seeker thru forest of sorrows,

Ever yearning for harmony to sate love’s long needing.

Twas on starless night, unheralded by envoys of heaven,

            Did your essence, my life’s new path to soon chart.

Midst ebony sky, from eastern realms, did emerge twin spheres glowing,

            Symbols of new vision. I beheld my fate, true love before me awaiting.

Your visage vibrance of form, in unity with perfection,

            Did capture my soul, all lamentations to thwart,

As our spirits bond, our lives to interweave,

My solitude, once a prison swiftly abating.

To one long denied, old emotions now return,

            Relearning love’s commitments, new feelings to impart.

My senses overloading, my mind in glorious disarray,

             The wonder of your love, for at last my heart is healing.

Manner of Love

Poets speak the language of love

Choruses oft sing its song.

Authors write verses of its lore

Whilst angels proclaim it to the throng.

Love, like Janus the ancient,

Doth assume diverse form and faces,

It knows no barriers twixt man nor, beast

Has not limit for gender nor races

Love, a conception, desire its cradle,

To bond kindred spirits bereft of all fears,

For some but a word, a tool for their want,

To others, a cloth to wipe away old tears.

What word hath more power when spoken in truth?

Speak from your heart, in voice ever clear.

For gifted to all, understood by so few

That the manner of love may be preserved ever dear.

WWWWW & H

Where can I go?

What can I do?

Where is my haven I cried?

Who stands by me?

Will my spirit be free?

Why ever once denied?

How long the pain?

When will stop heartache’s reign?

My yearning to never defeat?

Where tomorrow may end?

Will torment amend?

What loves long-lasting will I meet?

But knowledge the tool,

Seldom used by the fool,

Will ever protect the wise.

With love’s power replete,

The challenge to meet,

Our future together will rise.

Emergence

At winter’s end, comes awakening call,

Arise, arise, friends and all.

Tis time to stir, to shake out mist,

Your faces blurred from season’s kiss.

Reach out your arms, to grasp the light,

Your bodies to strengthen, renew their might.

Let hands present, your fingers splay,

Stand tall, in splendor to salute the day.

Your arrival conceived, rebirth in mind,

First of season, your status defined.

With grace and poise, aligned at will

Emerge to us, treasured Daffodil.

Control

That sound you hear,

Assailing left ear,

Strong; it’s power compelling.

Be it spirit voice,

Or mindset choice,

Answers already indwelling.

For your struggle within,

Borne of chagrin,

Control the fixated issue.

Do not to deny,

Nor cast evil eye,

The fear begins with you.

To love without chains,

It only remains

To face the demon inside

Accept that your foe,

Is one that you know,

Stop controlling; learn to abide.

You Never Said I Love You


When first we met, you smiled,

Meaning transparent, sincere.

No spoken word was shared,

            Yet missive loud and clear.

The pain that once possessed you,

            Now gone, your heart is free.

Strength became your lover,

            Wisdom your soul’s key.

Today we stand together,

            As one we do unite,

Facing our new tomorrow,

            We walk in greater light.

Let those who would assail us,

           Their poisons once to spread,

Confront their own illusions,

            Confined within their dread.

With no impure thoughts to impede us,

   Choices our only guide,

Love must be our power,

   Hatred never to abide.

For our love of one another,

Warmly, as we nourish,

Will one day rise above,       

            Our spirits ever flourish.      

Your love my inspiration,

            Our power beyond compare,

Bonds of devotion strengthened,

Hearts eternally care.

What voice may raise in protest,

            What words beset our day?

You never said I love you,

Yet proved it in every way!

The Scent of You

Mystery overwhelms,

          What primal instinct besets?

Has true being been revived,

          Will there be any regrets?

Chains of promises secure,

          Their links crafted from desire.

While sensuous mist surrounds

          With hints of exotic fire.

Scarlet shades of promise,

          Bouquets without flower.

Announce coming presence,

          As though thru Jasmine bower.

No secret to reveal,

          Nor hidden course ensue,

The gift to this world,

          Is the scent that is you.