Garbage and the Goddess Part 8

The Bride and the Bridegroom

See each other across the room they have shared for many months now;
a sad, hope-filled smile in their youthful faces, not yet filled with regrets.
She is with child and this one blessing is the contentment of their lives,
for they have understood the pains and sorrows of loving and living as husband and wife.
They discover each other anew in every moment and love moves them as Beloved, life-partners and friends.
Distance allows the reassembling of time and memory, circumstances of devotion and isolation, notwithstanding.

Their love is a solid foundation for their blessed trinity. Only love can grow from their hearts now.
It would seem love itself worships them and bids them their dreams.



The Garbage

The Pillars of Hercules shake the bowels of the parched and barren earth.
The columns crack and break in thunderous calamity, violet passion flowers
morph into serpents and lizards, crawling and hissing thru the earth-fissures.
Dark clouds descend and lightning strikes zigzag across the choatic sky.



The Goddess

Isis and her Holy Man have parted. Each to their own horizon.
Who will call them forth, unite them?
....Only to separate in the light of the immortal Beloved, now a cold silver light.



The Poet's Dream Lover

Calls her on the phone and speaks to her:  "I have many
Lovers."



The Poet

Wakes up from a distinct and unwelcome nightmare, the thought of her life lived alone again.
As I come to my senses and even before I walk down the stairs to make my morning coffee,
I remember that this is my dream and I am the One writing all these parts, these parts of my heart.
I reach for the stars, pluck one from the still-dark night sky and whisper: "take me starlight
and welcome me home, I am the ashes of your emptiness."