Cornerstone Reality

"You say you wanna go so we can both be free" -W/As My Girl, Maxwell 


I was cold within, without you, on that forgotten eve, by that lonely lake
As I reflected. And the water reflected the moonlight such that I could almost mistake
Silver light for icy rime, in the waves and my soul; and though not likely in that clime,
Somewhat more plausible than my wasted effort to stop your heart's retreat from mine.
Though, even after this space of time, sure I am that had I decided, heavyhearted, to go wading,
Instead of standing alone on that twilit Autumn/Winter shore lonely, longing, waiting,
Cold for want of Lost-Love's warming embrace, and had lost myself- dark frigid water enlaced-
Then, in that moment, would have been no more or less frozen than since I last kissed your face.

A Nocturne

I have seen you before,

In countless dreams of beauty

Where we walk hand-in-hand along moonlit beaches.

You and I have explored all of the wonders

That Heaven and earth have to offer

In my subconscious voyages through love.

That is how I knew, when I saw you,

That you were to be my heart’s eternity.

Come with me darling, walk with me on clouds

Let me drink the night’s wine from your lips, again.

But this time let it happen while I’m awake.  

Mnemosyne

(Every time the wind blows, I hear your voice but you're never there)

I remember you like sound

Sound like words

Words like the breeze of life

And I rise over this city

Taken up in your atmosphere

Seeing your face in clouds

That form from my longing

And surround me like light

Light like skies

Skies that stretch to forever

Like my memory of you

That survives the passage of time

Like a garment well-worn

Comfortable and warm,

But put away now

Only on occasion to be stroked,

Touched, to live again in its softness

Soft like the sound of our love.

Singularity Theory

With pen in prolific hand could I, at will

Spin worlds and brighten skies,

But mine was not the mighty Hand.

With pen in inspired hand could I, at will

Soothe souls and still tears,

But mine was not the mighty hand.

With pen in eloquent hand could I, at will

Move hearts and bend minds,

But still, mine was not the mighty hand

Nor mine will the will of God;

For it was His mighty hand that removed

Your life from mine

And His will that has

My hand, once prolific, eloquent and inspired,

Forever stilled.

Lure of Emptiness

I shall return to you some other Autumn

When the red leaves fly

And your thoughts and dreams once again

Swirl through the shadows of the mountains

Stirring me from my dust and waking me

From my visions.

And I shall be as a star or comet,

Brightening your sky as I burn

Myself out, throwing off

The shadows of unrest that have

Covered you in my absences.

Be content beloved, I am here only

To build you the crystal palaces

Of your unguarded moments.

This is my totality,

That I am enlaced in your atmosphere

Until the soft rains come

Again, to settle my dust

In the far corners.

I shall return to you some other Autumn,

When brother Summer has fled

And the cool and heavy clouds grow again,

Swirling in the shadows of the mountains,

Shaking the bones of my existence and moving me

Back into your circumference.

And I shall be Hunter’s moon radiant,

Limning your desires as I wane

Back to darkness, banishing  

The shades of unrest that have

Surrounded you in my slumber.

Rest now dearheart, I exist only

To attend your restless dreams,

To protect your unguarded soul.

This is my totality,

That I am enchained to your needs

Until Zephyr’s kiss again

Sweeps my tattered spirit

To the far corners.