Sunday, June 30, 2013

Santorini - by Yanni



Swimming In A Lovely Sea of You - by Michael Whalen


Night of the falling stars...

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Night of the falling stars
And I'm sitting here alone
In blessed silence
Wondering
Of all the why's and the how's and the why not's of my life
A night cloud passing by
Gives me no answer 
Could I have lived another life?
I don't know another way to be
I am made of love
I give myself 
Share it like the sacred body of a saint
Until all that is left is crumbles of soul and scars 
And yet I survive
My smile 
a bright meteoron over my pain
I am made of love
My sigh fills the air with longing
A star touches my eyelids 
The Big Dipper walks the sky
Poisoned by Scorpio's sting 
Slowly, time dissolves 
I'm standing on the edge of a dream 
Forgotten here, breathing in this starry night
Forgotten, ancient 
Alive

Monday, June 24, 2013

You and I, by Henry Alford (1810-1871)

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My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear, 

My ear is tired waiting for your call ; 

I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer; 

Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all. 

I droop without your full frank sympathy; 

We ought to be together. You and I. 

We want each other so, to comprehend 

The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought 

Companion, comforter, and guide, and friend. 

As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought: 

Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly. 

We ought to be together. You and I. 


Sunday, June 16, 2013

True Love, by Sir Charles Sedley (1639?-1701)

Echo and Narcissus, by John William Waterhouse - detail
 
 Love, when 'tis true, needs not the aid
      Of sighs, nor aches, to make it known,
    And to convince the cruellest maid,
      Lovers should use their love alone.

    Into their very looks 'twill steal,
      And he that most would hide his flame,
    Does in that case his pain reveal:
      Silence itself can love proclaim.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

To Celia - A Poem by Ben Johnson

Frank Cadogan Cowper, Vanity
 
 Drink to me only with thine eyes,
      And I will pledge with mine;
    Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
      And I'll not look for wine.
    The thirst that from the soul doth rise
      Doth ask a drink divine;
    But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
      I would not change for thine.

    I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
      Not so much honouring thee
    As giving it a hope that there
      It could not withered be:
    But thou thereon didst only breathe
      And sent'st it back to me;
    Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
      Not of itself, but thee!

Now


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I walk a path of light to penetrate your darkness
Time bends to Eternity
The moment is Here
Now

As my moon rises silent...


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I love you
like the soft whisper of the evening wind upon the waves
of this sea inside me
as my moon rises silent,
full
inside your impatient eyes... 


Oh you whom... - A poem by Walt Whitman

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O you whom I often and silently come where you are that
I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same
room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is
playing within me.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

In 21 ways...


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I love you in the 21 ways of my heart
in starlit nights and sun kissed days
as i open my arms to welcome you
into the Garden of my Love
easing your hesitation with my truth
I love you in the 21 ways of my heart

Here, beloved, I am the bringer of dawn
in your withered hopes and sleeping dreams

I love you in the 21 ways of your smile
when you open your eyes every morning beside me
when you inhale my light with a sigh
caressing my shoulder with your lips
as your fingers dance softly upon my hips
i love you in the 21 ways of your smile

Look, beloved, I am a rainbow after the storm
that raged through your heart for so long...

I love you in the 21 ways of my flesh
and the 21 ways of my tongue
and the 21 ways of my song
with every kiss that swirls around your soul
licking your old wounds again and again
I love you in the 21 ways of my flesh
 
When your strong and daring hands, beloved,
Read my skin with delicate attention

I love you in the 21 ways of God...