Strangers and Lovers

Stranger and lover

you are near, yet so far,

I don’t know who you are;

so look in my eyes and

renounce your disguise.

Locked in your world,

beyond a high wall,

so near yet so far -

open the door

and show who you are.

Silent as night,

as an owl in flight

you say not a word;

but your eyes talk of worlds

a million miles far.

I would know who you are.

Lover and stranger,

twin rivers we flow

from mountain to sea -

waters apart

at the end as at start;

how should I know

the being you are,

you are always so far.

Our love was a spring

united as one

as all love should be;

all rivers at last

must join in the sea.

So how can it be

you are so far from me

yet here by my side?

You lay as if stone,

too deeply alone,

touch me and see,

you are too far from me.

Open your heart

and be one of the free;

have the courage to be

one spirit with me.

Secret Fire

Nebulous

Give me the Secret,

and I’ll tell you what secrets are

that lie in the heart of formless being,

deep in the heart of a darker knowing

yet  are never told;

that we grow old with and fear to tell.

How can we know who we are?

Or what Love is, beyond passion,

beyond union of forms, rhythm or heat?

Beyond sweetness or ecstasy?

It’s Knowing!

Oh you who beguile

with dark eyes that consume me with fire!

Do You Remember Love?

Do you remember Love,

Luscious at the borders of sleep’s

teasing dreams,

through long shadowed hours;

shrouded in silken sheets

tumbled with longings;

down into the first rustle and sigh of the yawning dawn,

gone the owls hooting, the night jar’s song;

the earliest waking light aroused from shadowed night

two ever as one.

Do you remember Love?

Its scent and feel?

The Beauty

I will beguile you and take you on a journey

to places unknown and lose you ...

And if therefore you feel a part of you is always lost

Know it is because I took you long ago and lost you;

And therefore, too, only I can bring you back ...

If in the cosy normality of the quiet routine of weeks,

The days unfolding a pathway down into old age

Cobwebbed by dusty memories

You have forgotten Love;

The dappled sunlight of dreaming afternoons;

The hot and sultry nights, the beauty of the moment,

Let me remind you;

For I took you there so long ago and left you

And only I can bring you back.