Tag: Love

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
you tell me of regretful days 
you lived before we ever met; 
and how you searched for something that 
you'd never had, and couldn't get 

and how you tried, and worked, and strove 
through every new direction 
to make, within the changing world, 
some kind of real connection. 

but searching -- that is what life is. 
to understand what we've not known 
requires in us sacrifice: 
way out beyond our 'comfort zone', 

we must explore. we trip, we fall. 
each minus lost, each newfound plus, 
becomes the person that we are: 
you're human, love, like all 

of us

please in the sun you know and why

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
please in the sun you know and why 
we made and make the star-filled sky; 
then in the fading light recall 
the way we mix and melt it all. 

in a cauldron-world that's ours alone 
we'll find a path through land and zone, 
so please in the day when silence shouts 
remember the 'we' that's passed 

all doubts

We flowed together…

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
We flowed together, like the sun and clouds 
That streak across the day and into night: 
These distant objects, who are only joined 
In how they make us feel, and through our sight, 
 Which is self-serving: but is, nonetheless 
 As real as life, and soft as a caress. 

We sank together, like the day that falls 
Into forgotten night, and on to dreams: 
The rain that falls upon the thirsty earth, 
That gathers, later, into pools and streams 
 To cycle back into the endless sky -- 
 We two, together, magic: you and I

“… not what you say”

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
If love is what you do, not what you say, 
 and love is how you act, not how you feel, 
 then follow-through is everything, I guess. 

The choreography is intricate, 
 the moves of two, designed to be so sweet, 
 that taste so bitter when there's only one.

Overtake

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
For years now, I have loved her 
Somewhat imperfectly; 
We live and share a space, but have 
Our times of sparsity, 
 When there is not that much to give, 
 And even less to make: 
 We do go on together, though, 
 To overtake 

The problems that attend our lives 
Are such as all may see: 
The limitations of our hearts, 
Our time, our energy -- 
 Yet somehow, we will put aside 
 Accretion, rust, and fake, 
 To undertake, again, the work 
 To overtake

sight and texture light

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
sight and texture light 
and feel of turning 
every shadow present 
somewhere touching reaching 
towards and in beyond 
mere wishes out to 
where we find perfection 
in its lonely garb disguised 
as someone known and some 
place familiar

Years Made Out of Water

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
IN YEARS made out of water have we spent 
Our days on thoughts of things impermanent; 
We've wasted energy and time and space  
On stuff both overseen and underwent. 

We have had moments true and pure in grace: 
The words spent life-to-life and face-to-face 
That spread inside the two of us like wings -- 
The flying times of wonder and embrace. 

But still, though time flows by, my cold heart sings: 
Not for the past, but what each new days brings, 
The hopeful loving times we can give vent 
Discovering respect's untiring springs. 

  In years made out of water we sail on; 
  For tears will come one day, one waiting dawn.

{ a different truth }

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
and now you tell a different truth 
in whimsy, sheets, and secret fire; 
i'm not meant to understand 
why oftentimes, in our desire, 
we cannot see or reason to 
or reason thorough, or at all -- 
for lies can be a different truth 
and therein lies my rise 

and fall