GOSSAMER & THE BRIDEWELL

Strange déjà vu here, Mike... Reminded me of a poem I wrote in 2007... Strange bedfellows....these poems we write...or are they written through us? From Near and Afar how many years have you been so very near, …I could feel your breath, sense-bound, warm and hinting of forever like the daffodil’s raucous laughter in a Springtime melody, a summer rose’s pomegranate oration to a neophyte sun? how many times have I felt you, turned my head, glimpsed your shadow, hurrying away, fading like the swift end of a cold winter day? Oh, I have loved you so; from near and afar, only the petulant moon knows my solemn act, infatuated with a descant aloneness, why I had not come to know you, to call your name, to catch your Light … my Beloved, you are unkind, a dark stranger, my incidental sentimentality, angry red-headed child of deathless and bloodless destiny … …how could I have not walked in your presence? inside a film noir garden of my remembrance, white oleander petals floating in the air like snowflakes of a crumbling Tibetan mountain? … had I not tasted the salt of my tears once? … in the joy-filled dreams or our bridal bed aurrendered in ecstasy? … had I not listened to these misshapen hands of mine? wistful writing on these blank walls of this small, occasional and windowless room? …longing to know my name, inscribed in the bright burning flame of your most tender heart? … shall I open the door now? …. find myself, softly asleep in your embrace… …eternal, silent and nameless… Lovely poem, Mike... simply gorgeous and indescribably heartbreakingly, achingly sad somehow. ~A "No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment of punishment." Article 5 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

Mike this is beautiful, I can sense the sadness too that Anna mentions and yet I am given such hope in the last part, where your heart is fished and saved from drowning, an exquiste balance of wistfullness and wonder! There's lessons here for me, to just be still and let love be what it is, what ever that may be! lol Loved it :) much love b xx

Mike this is beautiful, I can sense the sadness too that Anna mentions and yet I am given such hope in the last part, where your heart is fished and saved from drowning, an exquiste balance of wistfullness and wonder! There's lessons here for me, to just be still and let love be what it is, what ever that may be! lol Loved it :) much love b xx

Mike this is beautiful, I can sense the sadness too that Anna mentions and yet I am given such hope in the last part, where your heart is fished and saved from drowning, an exquiste balance of wistfullness and wonder! There's lessons here for me, to just be still and let love be what it is, what ever that may be! lol Loved it :) much love b xx

Lovely!

("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")