I Regret I Fear - part one

I regret, I fear, that you were ever here
Love so intense, I feel too much to my chagrin
not better to be in love and lose
better to have that love at any cost

languishing in desolation
wish I could keep you at arms length
you envelop my heart

supine in my grief I repent at the alter of my emotions
wracked with regret I’ve let this wound fester
repair the chasm, let the lesion coagulate

Winter rain falling
down the back of my red neck
dreams of coming spring

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PARTING SONG (WHY IS IT?)

Why is it that I must always end the things I start?
Why am I the only one who takes these things to heart?
And why is it that you don't feel a part of what I feel?
And can you tell me if my hurt is real?

I stand here
Naked
wriggling, slightly
in the song of
your scrutiny

and
suddenly
there's glorious
mutiny
inside of me

I begin
to believe
I Am Beauty

The sky crumbling
Loose strands
Of clouds
Prelude
To roundabouts
Of floodgates.

Gush - gush -
Breakwaters open.

Tides

Tides

Tides.

See the spectator
Rushing through the wind,

Stings
And scars
Under waded footprints.

When I see
a tulip, a rose, in sunshine
I see
your lips, your blush, your eyes
A Lotus blooms,
I sense your awakening
I see
the ripples in a pond
and feel
your desire
In the breeze
I hear your whispers
in the rustle of leaves
your sighs

When I see
two swans necking in the pond
I am consumed
in our bliss

walking with Wõden

weir-witched warlocks
wearily walking ways
where Wõden whisked
weathered wherewithal
wondering -- wistfully why --

wailing waifs wager
wadded walleted wafers
wanting wanton wands
whose waywardness

waives wakeful walls --

where warlike wardens
warn warmed-over witnesses
washing warrior's warships
with wary wargs

At dawn,
still water mirroring
emerald silence
of forested hills
marching up to mountains
on all sides,
we set out across the loch
when tide was high and blue
with cloudless sky,
oars trailing coiling whirlpools,
the hiss of water underneath
and creak of rowlocks on still air,
while beneath our boat
the ocean filled with pulsing jellyfish,
delicate,
clear mantled,
ringed with purple,
bright against the dark of depth.

In Spirit Of Tomorrow

Past, has passed away,
Nothing in this world
Can bring it back today
Future we all anticipate
Live in hope
Of a happier tomorrow,
So many want
To indulge
In spiritualism,
But all forget to live
With what we have
And
That’s as sure as the sun,
That’s today
The present
Which is heaven sent
We forget
The god gifted present

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Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.

Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .

In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
Flowing into a moving river of blooms
Summer showers caress the fields.

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