Lover's LamentBeloved one, be ever in my sightAnd at my side, for even though you areEmbroiled now in this horrendous fight,Within my heart and thoughts you're never far.The night alone is witness to my tearsWhen I awake from dreaming of your smileTo this, my empty bed, forlorn with fears,And you will still be gone for quite a while.A tangible reality is cold;My darkest thoughts, it seems, come manifestUntil I close my eyes and dream to holdYour body one more time against my breastWhenever that may be. I only yearnTo take you in my arms when you return.
Nature and SpiritThe hummingbird reflects our lasting love;His wings beat time with our two hearts entwinedAnd shower us with blessings from above.A messenger of God, it seems, can moveThat which resides within our hearts to mind;The hummingbird reflects our lasting love.His verdigris and crimson wings have woveThe bud of romance into love refinedAnd shower us with blessings from above.Despite the rainy seasons, steadfast throveHis brilliance and glory. Thus inclined, The hummingbird reflects our lasting love.Then, like the hummingbird, we shall thereofGive praise to He who gives love to mankindAnd showers us with blessings from a
The Poet: for RowanGroveWhen you write just one wordyou very often findthat you must write another;it's something in the mind.So you write a secondand think that you are done.But though you think it's overyou've only just begun.So you write a third word(they unfurl like a rug)when you itch to write a fourth!Is this some kind of bug?And so with four words nowyour poem's taking shapewhen it leaps off the paperand settles on the drape!You grab a net and bait(now just what DO words like?)when it jumps out of the windowand runs off down the pike!You sadly watch it go,traveling far away,but there's one thing you admit;enough w
Shout: DFC 8i still hear you screamingacross the miles between usand my ears are like two binsoverflowing with garbagethat i cannot discardno matter how it hurts to tryyou never stop to listeni forget how to speak
The Letter: DFC 7If I ever write this letterwould it make everything better?If I told you all I'm feelingand cast off this ardent fetterto show you all I'm concealingwould it stun and leave you reelingin the wake of what's been hiddenjuxtaposed with what's revealing?Could it be that it's forbiddenor that discomposure didn'tacknowledge the comprehensionwhen the heart gets overriddenby the vast misapprehensionconcurrent with condescensionthe mind will ultimately throwin the face of heart's pretension?Emotion is not aproposand possibly inane, althoughif I ever write this letterI'll be certain to let you know.