To the iron gates…

(Poem #3 of series)

Clammy hands,
Hearts on fire,
Bodies entwined
(the first embrace)

Our eyes were shut
To the world
As I whisper my gratitude
to the heavens,
And she, her vows
(the morning grace)

As our bodies parted,
The wind blew~
in chorus with the fluttering
Of wings yet to be tried.

The iron gates, already open
Metals creaked
This, and the sound of our feet
(as we leave this place)

Running is a flight to oblivion.

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the morning hum

(Poem #2 of series)

Arise, my love, make haste
The gates are open, come!
Let’s go and chase the sun

Arise, my belle de jour
Quell this riot in my heart
Let me hear your voice

Arise, and raise your wall
Undo this shackles of despair
Step out to the light…

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( My beloved spoke and said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.”
                 – Song of Songs 2:10 )

2017 highlight: a series of love poems

Poem #1: – untitled –

Sleep, tonight, escaped her
Silly thoughts left in chase
and yet another losing race–
a marathon of stragglers!

Teeming garden of anxiety,
nay, a budding of thorns
orbit my heart once more.
Oh, the agony of the wait!

‘Tis the burden of a promise
that anchored in our soul;
When the night is over,
Together, we’ll be whole.

Just a little more time,
soon the light will come;
If she hears my morning hum
into the day we’ll run…

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graveyard by the sea

The town bursts of smiles
this sun flooded afternoon
as I walk down the shore,
chasing distant memories.

A reef is taking shape under,
with the drift of surface waters~
Swayed by the wind, the waves
spill an unfathomable wonder

When the sky meets the sea
on that perfect horizon,
I long for my lover…
may my love reach thee.

Bottles used to do the work
yet the tide cannot be tamed;

I will wait ’til the tide is low,
And I’ll bury my thoughts
in the sands, by the rock
Where we used to sit on.

First Dawn of December

I want to remember
this first dawn of December
sprawled out on a thick white blanket
with pine tree prints, edged with scarlet.

Looking out to the sky up yonder,
gazing, marveling at the stars of wonder;
catching a dazzling glimpse of that lost meteor,
descending right by the great Big Dipper!

Feeling that first chill of Christmas season,
that made my head blew out of reason!
Smiling myself beyond contentment,
for this intimate rarity of a moment.

Now as I close this rite to prayer,
I ask God that I always remember…
and cherish this splendid first dawn of December.

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