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Click hereFIRE AND ICE
We are fire and ice, we are flame and snow,
We melt with each touch, we ebb and we flow.
We are heat incarnate frozen in time,
An arctic oasis in winter’s clime.
A heated chalice, the coolness of wine,
An endless thirst, but the longing… divine.
We climb and we fall, we burn and we freeze,
An endless cycle... and we dare not cease.
OBLATION
We are, my dearest, more than captured emotions,
More than thoughts and words blended and written.
Depth of seas and infinite stars are unwanted when I am with you,
I am bereft of words, of comprehension and even of imagination.
The only truth I need is that which I see in your eyes,
The only reason I desire is to be filled with your presence,
And when you speak – I know why I have come to be!
More than rite and ritual, beyond morals and virtue,
Above judgment and verdict…we are a sacrament.
ALIGHT
No words are needed when the bright of night
Is lit not by stars nor promise of light,
I crave not the fire of a ‘burning gaze’
Nor the ardor of the moon – in full phase.
How can I want more than what I possess?
In all truth, I have been seven fold, blest.
My world is already ablaze with you,
I do not need other colors to view.
I only know thus: should you ask this soul –
It will cry – Imperfection! But with you
…. I am whole.
TINDER
We light the night-sky! Darkness into bright!
Flame, heat, embers, ashes drawn together
Then... released! Cold into incandescence!
And the familiar... into more than love.
We light the night-sky! Dimness to brilliance!
Fire, cinder, soot and coal, gathered and tied
Then... freed! Shadows lightening, grey to white,
And what was once brief... is now eternal.
We are the grain of sand under your feet
your impact of words is all we need
We are the stars of the nightly skies
your recurrence that makes us rise
We will be blind, and deaf, and mute
until again, able to leave a poet's salute
We'll fumble with words, struggle with rhymes, meanwhile
your works inspiration of meter, shape and style
We say
thank you