Tanka # 150

This breath
that I share with you,
inked with the dark caw
of a crow
flying into dusk.

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Letter, July 21, 2018

Ever since I met you I stopped writing and opened my heart more and more to the brilliance of your light. One day in a single shared breath I hope to achieve what poets long for in a thousand, thousand poems written in the deep ache of the night. One day, carried by your waves to the shore of no return, I hope that your light in my depth uncovers the secret face of love, the sun of joy that everyone, knowingly or unknowingly, long for every single breath of their lives. I stopped writing because I no longer need to. Whatever words come they rise from the source which your light like a key has unlocked in my heart.

Free Verse # 427 (the only home I know)

My poem
only gives sound
when a wind blows through,
and the sound it gives
is always a whiff
burning with her name.

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You are not here
and I do not know your name
but it does not matter,
this love is still my captain,
it is the sea itself
and the ship carrying me,
it is this road itself
and it is the journey,
it is the softly burning fire
and the only home I know.

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This world is a tavern,
your fragrance its wine;
this world is a sky,
your light its crowning star.

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I long to know her heart;
I long to open her
to the eternity of the sky.

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In a single poem
a thousand nights
of longing burn
aching for a touch
from your lips –
you, my tormentor,
you, my muse.

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The poet’s words
bring me back to myself,
and always
inside the words
the light of her face.

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What if the poem
is an astrolabe
attempting to measure
what cannot be measured —
the beauty of her face?

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Walking
the distance between us,
its length a poem
lasting all night.

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A girl I’ve never known
has her name igniting
the fire in my soul