You played with us for too short a while, friend,
yet you gave the most love to everyone you’d meet
teaching us about the open heart of sun and skies
how the sun is never bashful or stingy with its sighs
even when you were asleep you dreamed us joy
like the moon reminding of prior days’ abundance
breathing in and out the world so close you’d keep
that stars and hearts sang to the love that you’d see
the one you saw regardless of this dark abysmal sea
I stand between the dawn and the dusk
as the moon stands midst dark and bright
sweet light borrowed from her consort Sun,
and as I wain, darker creatures ever emerge
In the sleep of those anxious and despairing
as if the lights of heaven are disappearing:
dark in that night are those lost sorry souls;
but as I turn face to reflect his light in full,
those cruel fears dissolve each in their turn
giving song to those bright and starry souls.
Who are you—who, against the hidden river,
were able to escape the eternal prison?”
he said, moving those venerable plumes.
…Dante, Pugatorio, Canto 1, 40-42, 52-54
Then he replied: “I do not come through my
own self. There was a lady sent from Heaven;
her pleas led me to help and guide this man.
I saw you standing midst those who in purgatory dwell
singing makeshift words of another’s conjured rhymes
lies that evaporate before entangling hearts and minds
what you still pretend to be yesterday and tomorrow
as a child clinging to hopes from mommy borrowed
the thin shades cannot survive your heavenly skies,
not a million could survive the power of your light
to lead you to where you know you are called to go
to be brave enough to pass through your own shadows;
for the reflections of others will never keep you close
the shadows that follow others when they leave you
what you mistake for love just ’cause it hurts the most.
when you connect with another,
as a river connects with a sea
or as one sea flows into another,
you are not just forging a bond
between the other and yourself,
you’re expanding the great universe,
a heaven of love and human being.
When I wrote for you a poem,
I was surprised to see my love
in a mirror yet to be shattered
reflecting what was you was me.
Yet since that sad goodbye day
when we went our separate ways
when the mirror felled scattered,
I’ve searched wide and far between
for pieces of our sweet memories
to see ourselves smile once again;
our lower notes with the very high,
whiter colors with the blacker dyes
never ceasing this my lonely seeking
for our fragmented reminders who
when together manifest our desires.
Sunshine doesn’t chase the raining clouds away;
no, it comforts tears with hopes of better days;
and higher tides kindly hold the hands of the low
Look! If they are in pain, that is all they know;
night looking forward to eternal night of sorrows;
this is the agony of souls, fearful tiny sparrows.
Do you wish them the music of their quivering beaks?
Why not instead give them your pure sunlight sweet
streaming as rainbows stream past wings of a dove,
transforming their torment in your torrent of love?
Love doesn’t grow from the ground,
for you are no sweet flower, Love;
you cannot be plucked by carpe diem
nor by lust can you be stolen.
Love doesn’t greet in early morning
around the grasses as dewdrop rings
to only vanish when noontime sings:
gone until the next one
Love, you’re here forever shining
yet we see through prism’s binding;
and as many portraits we have painted
so many have you from us receded
the great beauty of the eye is a veil
that does rise and fall as the seas
only to vanish into vaporing skies
faint memories of our living
for earth, she mixes Love with Swords
and all that lives and dies is in her
while Love is the purest of her hordes
yet by no means is Love the rarest
but the opposite to this is our Love
a Sun whose light our wings alights;
and even if this fire will find its end
Love will ignite him yet again
how do I write songs when the language I speak
has no relation to the world they see?
I have wandered way too far from what is known;
to be closer to you alone, my dearest love;
where unnamed creatures roam between the stars
I’ve kissed lights we believe to see from afar
where aspects of my skin have no fixed substance
to keep me by agony separate from you.
no. here, our bodies simply fold into each other
twisting round as yin together into yang forever;
how can I write a love that belongs to forever
with a language that flows into rivers run barren?
magic is not something we can ever truly realize
unless we want its wonder to meet a stale demise
for there is no mind that can follow where we go
where love is sunlight and the moon is our home;
making love to give birth to the fire of the stars,
the hope of the world, the lights who seem afar.
What would the world be like if everyone at anytime and in any place could feel love as easy as they feel the sun light showers?Stacey
I know you love me
for I feel your shadow’s sad longing
to pluck the sunlight as dark clouds cry
rain drops sealing sleepy embers inside
so eager are they to fall upon my cheek
a million kisses pouring from the sky
a million stars dying into lullaby.