If I decided to write the moon, would you read it
even pockmarked and cratered and so imperfect
If I sang flames, would you listen
even through heat and smoke
If I spoke sky, would you smile and reply
even through storm clouds and dusty wind
And if I told you that you were beautiful and magic
would you believe me
If I told you that you were beautiful
that it was written into the moon
sung in tones of fire
burned into the sky.
Go outside, during a thunderstorm. Feel the rain striking your head, your arms,
Cold and wet, feel the thrill between joy and fear at the jagged lightning.
Feel the thunder shaking your bones, surrounding you, covering your ears.
Let the storm take you over until you are one with the winds and…
the sunset whispers to willing souls
“will you dance, will you dance?”
the mountains hide the sun
seductively, as a lover’s veil
they whisper, to willing hearts
“will you chase, will you chase?”
the moon begins to rise
shyly stepping out, bare
whispering, to willing ears
“will you love, will you love?”
and I softly whisper back,
“I will.”
The sun has reached, it is about to pass
Its highest height, yet we here
Go about our business unheeding;
No one takes a moment, to ponder
At the simplicity of such a moment
Except me, though maybe I am arrogant
And maybe people do see the beginning of afternoon
And stray poetry flits across their soul;
But such a little moment deserves better
Than to be ruined with all my talking
Because, my love, I only wanted to share
This small, simple moment with you.
Good morning, love,
may the sun rise and gently touch your face,
may the morning breeze be light and cool,
may gentle air caress your face and soft birdsong caress your ears,
may you feel the smile of He Who pervades all as He delights in you,
may your heart feel His arms and my love, as I wake and think of you.
I don’t know if I am a poet,
because so often I don’t have the words
But poets do; they paint with their words and it’s enough
Like Byron watching beauty, “all that’s best of dark and bright,
meet in her aspect and her eyes”
Or Elizabeth Barrett Browning, counting all the ways
the “depth and breadth and height” in which she loved
Or Robbie Burns, imploring the river to soothe his lost love,
his “slumbering fair”
And so often all I have is that my soul overflows,
spilling my ink along with my heart
(she walks in beauty, like the night)
saying “I have no words”
Because there are no words in my heart,
unlike the poets
(how wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave)
I have not the words to say
(I love you to the level of every day’s most quiet need)
how dearly I love you.
Bare feet and grass stains, warm
Air rising off skin, it ain’t no sin
To just stand back and watch her spin,
Moonlight dancing-bright in the way she moves,
Catch a star in those eyes so blue and just
Pray to God they light on you and
Smile, as a moment turns to awhile,
See the ocean in those eyes, bet this was a surprise
Cause you never expected to find such a
Sweet summer sight dancing the night away,
Just dancing the night away.
the wind, softly
blows over my heart
seeming to sing (a longing song)
searching (wistfully)
for the song of your heart
to pass from my lips
(singing it back) to your ears
they’re precious to me
I don’t know if you know
your words
they have touched me gently
they have pierced me through
I can’t express to you, the joy and pain
the drawn drops of blood that let me know I’m still alive
the words I can’t speak, that throb behind my eyes
your words have done this to me, done this for me
these
the flashing images, of starry skies, of bare feet
of songs, of pain and love
these are my greatest treasures.
