[This poem has been edited, and modified from it’s original version. Let’s say “to fit your screen”. – Owen]
If I could take this universe
And put it in a jar,
I’d save this sky for you to see
Whenever I am far
Away, across the galaxy,
Where I must roam to live:
This sky is yours; I give it you –
It’s all I have
To give
Now older, your dark hair turned to light,
Your mind and words, sometimes, turn back on older days.
I see you, lost in remembered joys:
When you felt powerful, and the world was open wide.
Perfectly beautiful, complete in yourself,
You can’t disguise how much you feel you’ve lost.
I did not know you in those days;
The Venns of our lives had not yet overlapped.
We willingly trade the things we love
To aid the people we love,
But that does not mean the process is
Without grief; nor does it lessen
The good of the present.
Vanity is air: not really there, in some ways,
But totally necessary;
Love is like water: surrounding and
Caressing us.
I look at you, across this swirling warm pool,
Eyes closed, mind of former days, and think:
My love, you are still so beautiful, so strong:
And while there’s much we must let go of,
Never let go of what makes you
You
i flew all night and landed here
so i could kiss the dawn;
the land of green and autumn mist
i happened here upon
and where the angels fear to fly
i go, not needing wings —
i kiss the dawn as she awakes,
now wealthier
than kings
Tonight, lets us begin again.
The world is ours to play with:
We’ve seen the trail of treachery,
It isn’t one to stay with —
Instead, we’ll find a unknown lake,
Where rippled reeds are waving,
And swim upon the sunset with
A shared and subtle craving
For what cannot be sold in stores:
Discovery, and closeness —
We’ll have to put the time in, though,
It won’t come by osmosis —
Tonight, lets us begin again.
We’ve everything, and nothing
To keep us from remembering
That love is for
The loving
I thought in time I’d come to see
The cracks and flaws in your veneer;
That, once devoid of mystery,
With every source and motive clear,
Your beauty would just fall away.
For this was my experience:
With others, there had come a day
When love no longer made much sense.
But here’s the thing: it’s now been years,
And nothing like this has occurred;
Through laughing moments, nights of tears,
The same awakening is stirred.
To you, for you, I feel a pull;
With you, before’s no teacher —
For closer means more beautiful,
And longer makes love
Deeper
Treasure made in magic
Make a life worth living;
Lines of sweetness simple
Signs of grace in giving
Sheila on the bed sheets
Playfully, in pleasure,
Moves a mind to marriage
Proves a trace in treasure
He fell in love with summer nights
The year of the exploding dawn
The ecstasy, the endless flights,
The morning’s crest when dark was gone
He put a ring around his pride
Athwart a line of endless lights
He came to know the man inside
And fell in love with summer nights
