Full-Circle

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If I speak of the longing
Does it negate my peace?
I want not to owe joy any debt
And what of the absence
For these one million nights
Ought I think that I don’t deserve rest?
When I’m down on my knees
Asking God to hold you
Lest I fail to place your heart most high
A far part of me knows
From your eyes and your prose
You’ll arrive in answer to my sigh

Italics Mine

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I stand by my back-then words

The sight and the touch of a fiery hand

Brushed against the surface of my straight-from-only-God-knows-where intuition 

Reaching out, did you foresee -as you seem to be able- my fumblings and follies

I choke when I taste and gasp when I smell your handiwork against my handiwork

With incredulous eyes, stunned heart and still-shallow breath, again I say 

“Oh my God…oh my god….”

Were I A Painter

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Whisper I will
All I want you to know
For the louder I speak
The less that I’ll tell

Fire and blue
Are the colors of you
And you’re surely
Why my eyes are green

Do you know that I hear
Mountains sing far and near
When I gaze on the ease
In your eyes

I’m compelled to wear glitter
To bid you come nearer
And gently tease out your magic
You’re magic

The calm and the force
In your every breath calls
On the faith
And the courage in me

A photograph
Of your life would reflect
A long-burning soul
A light that won’t quit

At night when I sleep
I’m often stirred
By your symphony
Slumbering there

In my dreams I cast out
A shadow next to you
On the sand, in the leaves
‘neath the moon

In this life and the next
There’ll not be enough time
To bear witness to
The good in your walk

I wish to wait
Until I’m ninety two
If that’s what I must do
To hold you

The How

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A million flowers along this path.
Look at them all and know,
I, dew, do choose you.

I have such purpose.
And It Is as I’ve said.
Now let me tell you of my journey to you….

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