Candle-Flame Reflection

That night, in the darkness,
she reflected upon the candle-flame
swaying in the black void,
dancing across the solitude of her life,
and her contemplations hurled her back
into a memory so deep, ancient, and primal,
a memory older than the forging of her flesh,
and in that orb of light and fire she saw herself,
felt herself to her deepest marrow merged with him,
united, so deeply, so unfathomably
that she could not understand
how she could ever have come to be.
Deeper she delved into the contemplation,
reviving in her flesh that fire
that harnesses all the world’s flames,
and suddenly she felt his breath upon her neck…

Free Verse # 259 (we dived in, returned no more)

She smelled of dark rain
and endless nights of longing
where the candle-flame
upon her face swayed
the rhythm of his love

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With her breath
I embalm my ribs,
inside of them feel
the heaving of her soul,
an endless sea
drowning me, taking me,
there where silence is whole,
there where each wave
into my skin whispers,
home…

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As the candle-flame
Caresses the darkness
So I long to fill you

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I met her on a rainy day
by the lonely shore,
and by and by
all the things I never said
flowered in her hands,
became a garden smiling
as she kissed my soul.
We then took off our clothes
and the waves welcomed us,
folding us into the sea.
We dived in,
returned no more.

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Surrendered
his kisses in her flesh flower
exhaling the scent of love

Haiku # 153

Gray light
of a rainy day,
the tea’s lonely breath.

Haiku # 152

In the pond,
rain drizzling
from a passing cloud.

Until we meet again…

Here
where the river ends
becoming one with the sea
I found you, I touched you,
and the wind breezing
all around told me
that in my heart you’ll be
for all eternity,
the hidden light in every moment,
the invisible breath
in my soul weaving
all the flowers and fruits
that will ever be,
the unbound love destined
to hold us as one
through turbulence and change
until death becomes the womb
delivering me to bathe
in the light of your soul,
the fountain of your grace,
your beautiful face.

Until we meet again…

Free Verse # 258 (worshipping her)

She reminisces
and the forest leaves sigh,
on the shore of night
the waves break white.

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Each poem
into her hair I weave,
a star,
a white flower,
a birdsong rippling
through the dawn sky.

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I held her into me
the way the moonlight holds
the wide open plane

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One stroke
at a time painting her,
whole,
an ever flowing sea.

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In his every touch
worshipping her,
the dew at dawn
caressing the earth.

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Like a wild wave
in my embrace
she twists and turns,
frothing as she laps
the ribs of my silence,
the shore of eternity –
from that spray – poetry.

The Lightest Touch – David Whyte

Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests your whole body,
steeling you for revelation.

In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.

— David Whyte

Haiku # 151

Silent
amid city noise,
enlightened trees.

Haiku # 150

The wind
filled with sighs,
leaves falling.

Haiku # 149

In this world
of fading dewdrops
a moment with you

One day, Sarah

One day I will pass
and I will meet you in the ground,
in the wind, the water,
and the passing clouds,
with you I will dance
the dance of the seasons
quiver in silence
in the ocean of love.

Haiku # 148 (to Sarah)

Calm and clear,
a heart reconciled
to a passing world.

On the day she dies

On the day she dies
I’ll become a butterfly
and follow her
from flower to flower,
gathering her nectar,
fermenting her inside,
offering her to the world
a gift of joy and laughter,
a face so pure
it bewilders sky.

Haiku # 147 (to Sarah)

Under the branch of stars
my sister slept,
rose with the dawn.

Haiku # 146 (to Sarah)

Soon to be eclipsed
a leaf down the stream,
how fast life flows!

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Feather clouds
drifting,
trail of memories.

Haiku # 145 (to Sarah)

White-face flower,
autumn leaf
is that you?

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In each birdsong
and flower
her voice, her face.

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My heart
a well of sorrows,
no stone
can reach its bottom,
no sea
contain its tears.

Senryu # 84

Summer rain
and the blink
of her liquid eyes

Haiku # 144

Widening circles,
black bird
in the dawn sky.

Senryu # 83

On the flower’s tongue
the moon
a hungry bee

Free Verse # 257 (this poem we are)

As a sailor at sea
he read the imprints of her skin,
each freckle a star
in his ear whispering:
‘this sea is your home.’

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Her body
A garden soaked
In the kiss of spring
And my fingers
Bees fluttering
From flower to flower,
Gathering her nectar,
The mead of poetry.

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His heartbeats
on her collarbones hewn,
dewdrops of poetry,
droplets of a sun
at dawn raining.

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Kiss me
the way a dewdrop
into the ocean falls
in the silence of the night

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Our meeting place,
a hidden wood
which trees are forged
from the fires of our longing –
our exchanged breaths
in our chests weeping
like wild tender flames,
lightnings igniting
the oceans inside,
a flame becoming the womb
birthing our oned bodies,
this poem we are.

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Burn,
a candle at dawn praying,
her flame dancing
in breathless surrender.

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The fire of love
Within me burns
Reducing me to ash
At the feet of the Beloved