"auspicious" - 9/24/02
what does it mean
to know Love's "meant to be"?
I think of us often
and (riddled with ocean)
lose my breath like diamonds
escaped from their settings
Truth's treasures lost -
sudden and violently!
___
they say it's all timing:
we might have met later
in gardens of God's choosing
(safer than ours)
those first golden glimpses
beyond imperfections
respectively shining
like dew on wildflowers
___
what happens, then, makes us
revolt against nature
and like wheels of industry
pollute Faith's air?
with questioning fences,
resistant defense -
so determined to swallow
what bliss was once shared.
___
I shy away often
from what I'm reluctant
to repeat like clichés
overused and frayed
nonetheless like Shakespeare -
my authorship doubted -
you presume I've never
played in this parade
where each lover's counting
the other's offenses,
gamesmanship emerging
where once ruled the heart
and while I've been known
to arrest second-guesses
___
oh! still, from Pain's path
(courage-crowned) we must
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"Innocence" - 9/17/02
stairs winding slowing from heights almost unattainable
blue eyes
pink skin
innocence
re-membering
...a hand's squeeze
unintended
butterfly-winged
(fragile) affection
the kind reserved for
angels.
snow-pure
and unaffected
invincible will
each breath be
each first step toward
knowing too much
...slow, strong steps toward unlearning
to trust.
___
so I wonder faithlessly why we so long
to see ourselves through children's eyes -
is it vanity, sorrow,
selflessness, surprise?
the kind you still find in yourself sometimes
when in darkness you feel
infant-like, capsized.
gypsied are our minds as they wander from
birth, and face
ill-attended the perils...
of doubt.
___
silver moons rise
casting jewels upon
jaded thoughts
where moments blur 'til
Time's soul bares Her breast
from which
lips of hope
once torn -
like weeds
unwanted -
finally suck...
confidently
innocent.