Pale Moonlight

Pale moonlight,
pale this mountain range
of him sleeping in the tent.

Soon the sun
will rise over the peak
of his shoulder.

I stroke his hair
and smile at the gentle breeze,
the rustling of trees.

// 09 Sep 2020

As Shadow

as shadow
eclipses the sun
his love
engulfs my heart

and all these scars
all these pain
from the deep

waters of my soul
to be touched
to be kissed
and wept away

// 06 Sep 2020

If I Have To Ask

If I have to ask you to protect me;
if I have to ask you to defend me;
if I have to ask you to respect me;
if I have to ask you to love me;
if I have to ask—
then I’d rather leave.

// 26 Aug 2020

Mirror of My Soul

I linger here in this glassy space
until he comes and wakes me before his eyes.
Gaze upon gaze we look into each other–
his shadow for my shadow, and my light
for his light. He reaches for me and touches
the glass surface; I raise my hand
and touch Love. I see him with my eyes.
Our fingers meet, soul for soul,
yet we seem separate, he and I.
And when we come here in this space,
know that there is no division. This glass
is an illusion, dear mirror of my soul.
He will always find me wakened here,
where the flame slowly burns in our hearts,
where I am always in sweet surrender.

// 18 Aug 2020

When You Find Them

Once in a while
we will meet
who will play
a crucial role in our lives, someone
who will break our heart
and awaken our soul
that nothing would be any more accidental
until their arrival.

// 15 Aug 2020