Requiem......

In lands where the lilies blew,
and, shy, once, the three dreams met,
there, anon, in anguish mournful,
unloved cupids, amorous players,
soft-peddle their unsold wares.
There stands a broken David,
there a brooding Thinker lost,
bashful, baleful, blue-bell wreathed,
they rueful wail the unpaid cost.
Have they eyes and do not see,
what moths and tapers burning wrought,
in wanton, whoring , wasted realms
bleeding hearts are never bought ?

The Way-farer.

Yeah ! she's of me ,and a sliver of my soul
to reach her somehow is my ultimate goal.
But I won't hurry, or return with my fears
I'll travel , and travel ,and travel for years.
Sit on milestones,reminisce, again make bold,
and anchor on her shores when I am old.
Wiser for the voyage ,richer in kind
and if she be another's ,I won't mind.
And if she aint lovely ,well let her be
she gave me this journey ,did'nt she ?

The Waning.

And there he was.
Gathering droplets, wet ,
of days gone by;
each trickle forsooth
a promised quenching.
Days on days ,years on years,
shaping, a bucket green,
of soft-gleaned strawlets made.
Then saw ,reflected,
in that darkling gloam,

that shimmering whirl,
his crescent moon..
A sudden storm, a thunderclap.
No bucket . No moon in the bucket.
Emptiness in his hand....

Bodies of love !!

I caress the darkness
of innocent forms .
I touch nothing .
Where the sniffle ?where the moxie ?
where the evanescing, dubious doxy?
So few are given us to love,
ah! so few, gods above.
And this the way we all survive,
touching the scabs of ancient wars ,
defaulting to the oldest scars .
Why is fate written in the body
and never , never in the stars ?

Ascent

My road ;
that dappled,darkling, winding stair,
a spiral out of cloistered growing,
upward to a tortured knowing.
There, around a corner unlit,
 hidden lurked some unlived days,
nostalgic shadows from the past,
yielding hsiens to devils cast.
A flight below the body's awning,
under the windowed ,tattered soul,
she whispered thru' a-veiling twill,
"let consequences spill how they will ".
And, panting I , a boy in love,
strung where the bee-mouth sips,
of tremulous hands and lucky lips,
tripped on doorsill of a dream,
clutched the hem of innocent charms,
and breathless folded in her arms.

Deep-sea Blues !

Were you fain,my love
to weigh pennies of truth
`gainst wages of blight,
a sifting sieve,
for honest darkness,
for sinful light ?

Flowing Savannah !
river of my longing heart,
row me along thy shorelines,
sputtering, half-drowning,
`mong fluming eddies of desires,
in urgent,lapping ,icy fires.

Suck me under,Whirlpool !
draw me unto thy silence--
thy tears my prayer--
and my elusive mermaid be,
string tied and fancy-free.

Amour-soft gossamer ,
my transporting metaphor,
melting ,soft-yielding,
coalesce,then just be,
my ambrosial flow
and, my final word :Thou !

Blushful Spring

Will you, my love ,
for just this once,
with my lillies blow,
flush pink in my roses,
rub memory's petals,
and, bashful ,glow ?
In that heart-warmed clover,
that darkling meadow,
where I died for love
under the dark cuppola
 of your mystic shadow,
will you, my love,
diaphanous wings a-sway
alight....and soft kiss
life's autumn away ?
Then gentle,unbenownst like,
un-nail my cross,
make whole the ruined,
and brooding find
the absent cosmos ?

Won't you, my love ..???

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