I capture you;
we are driving
and you sing to me.
Clouds rule the sky,
and the night is black;
we are walking and
I hear you humming,
singing in the language
of the stars.
And in my house,
when we lie in bed
tonight, you sing,
wrapped in my arms;
a lullabye for me,
my warmth and
strength for you.
Laser light's in failing
twilight. The world stops
spinning. Alone, I sleep,
and dream of you...
Wednesday, January 29, 1992
Monday, January 27, 1992
REPLICARUM NOCTUS
or Night's Reply
No night is eternal
And soon must come the dawn
There is a time
When light and dark converge
And I become your night eternal
And you become my dawn
No night is eternal
And soon must come the dawn
There is a time
When light and dark converge
And I become your night eternal
And you become my dawn
Saturday, January 25, 1992
The amnic ocean calls, with
cresting waves, and the stain
of salt in my beard.
I am your
mother, she says, Survive, my
son, and I will save your soul.
Her promises are vanity, and I
am pulled into the gentle womb
of Night.
Mother, I shout above
her crashing on the shore, Lover.
The sun is dead, and the unseen
moon is tugging.
I am free, and
pound and beat the surf, and give
my sins to the Earth and Sea, and
claim new life from the rip tide.
The man is wild, reborn, covered
with salt, and dripping water.
I
am the Son reborn, and healed of
sin, forgiven by the flooding Sea.
cresting waves, and the stain
of salt in my beard.
I am your
mother, she says, Survive, my
son, and I will save your soul.
Her promises are vanity, and I
am pulled into the gentle womb
of Night.
Mother, I shout above
her crashing on the shore, Lover.
The sun is dead, and the unseen
moon is tugging.
I am free, and
pound and beat the surf, and give
my sins to the Earth and Sea, and
claim new life from the rip tide.
The man is wild, reborn, covered
with salt, and dripping water.
I
am the Son reborn, and healed of
sin, forgiven by the flooding Sea.
Wednesday, January 15, 1992
What pale and slender flower
weeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tears as these?
This flower is as sunset, and as
fair, with tears of dew trapped
by the fisher's net, diamonds.
What frail and single power
holds thee here, oh reed?
Why tears on sunset's stain?
The wind shall carry my tears
away; the wind and nightfall
come, and I shall sleep, shall sleep.
What pale and single flower
sleeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tear as these?
weeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tears as these?
This flower is as sunset, and as
fair, with tears of dew trapped
by the fisher's net, diamonds.
What frail and single power
holds thee here, oh reed?
Why tears on sunset's stain?
The wind shall carry my tears
away; the wind and nightfall
come, and I shall sleep, shall sleep.
What pale and single flower
sleeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tear as these?
Thursday, January 9, 1992
A streak of dawn
Across the sky
In the cold and dark forever
I face alone
My mind
The light that blinds
Divides me from my night
Untrue
I am lost within your light
And somewhere
Beyond the flame of the candle
There is a room
Where light and dark converge
And I become your night
And you become my dawn
I face my night alone
Waiting for the dawn
Across the sky
In the cold and dark forever
I face alone
My mind
The light that blinds
Divides me from my night
Untrue
I am lost within your light
And somewhere
Beyond the flame of the candle
There is a room
Where light and dark converge
And I become your night
And you become my dawn
I face my night alone
Waiting for the dawn
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