Showing posts with label love poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love poems. Show all posts

Thursday, July 8, 2010

A Love Story in Three Parts: Illusion, Confusion, Dis-Illusion

[I had originally intended to title this bunch of poems: White Knights, Blue Skies and Questing Hearts. This was my last attempt at loving a man, perhaps this lifetime. It was romantic, poetic, we zinged poems and words words words back and forth. I wanted to believe what he was saying so badly. It had been a long time since I had risked my heart. I took the plunge. I jumped in. Then it all started feeling like something was wrong. I tried to ignore this knowledge for as long as I could. I loved extravagantly. In an attempt to archive this part of my journey, I am back-dating it, so only those who really search will find it. I threw away everything he ever wrote me, so this is a one-sided report. Easy to see the disintegration. I did write some good poems, which is the only reason I didnt throw them away too, and also is why I am archiving it, however ridiculous the whole thing was.]

May, 2000

I didnt think
to pray for a miracle
I guess I thought
the time for love
had passed
squandered on
those loves
that didnt last
that the years
had gone
too fast
and somehow
my tender heart
had been
bypassed.

Now here you are
wild prince
of all my dreams
on your brown steed
held fast by the North Star
we chase moonbeams
and now I know what
Flying
really means

You, golden lad,
you soar
beyond my ken
to a shining world
I could not enter then
but standing
in the doorway
now I see
a whole new world
is waiting there
for me.

MORNING
May 2000

The pheasant calls
at daybreak
and morning slides
gently
over the grassy fields
while in my arms
you sleep,
your breath on my face
like a prayer of trust
your fingers at my wrist
my love a cone
of protection
hovering over
your sleeping form

and in my peaceful heart
I feel love growing,
a trunk
of love
as strong as a tree in Africa,
which one day
I hope
will rise
and fully flower
and shelter our
vast shy elephant hearts
forever

[At the beginning of our relationship, we likened our meeting to D.H.Lawrence's poem The Elephant Is Slow to Mate. I definitely am slow to mate, it takes me a long time to get up the courage, to trust, and to recover each time I am disappointed. As it turned out, he was no elephant:)]

May, 2000

In the candlelight
your face
reflects
an open love and passion
I have never seen
on a face
that is looking
at me

and I catch my breath
as a force
larger than both of us
draws us deeper,
deeper in,
a maelstrom of passion
that we ride
with certain hearts,
knowing we have found
our Way

Our connection
strengthens
every time we meet
as if we are loving
within a cosmic tide of love
that is loving us
and we flow
caught up in its
current
like
two bright and beautiful
fishes
finding their
subterranean
instinctive
and deeply imprinted
passage
Home

June, 2000

When I tell you
that you're beautiful,
I dont mean just your face,
though your face to me
is as beautiful
as the myriad stars
in space
as sunlight
shining through
a dappled meadow
as birdsong
in the evening
from the hedgerow

I recognize your face
for I have sought it
near and far
so when your eyes shine
at me
I love you
like a star
loves the night sky
as irrevocably
as a flower that blooms
and never questions why
as a light goes on
within a darkened room
you're the light
that shows the way
that I see by

There is no doubt
your beauty
takes my breath away
but when I say
you're beautiful
I'm really trying to say
that all of you
is beautiful -
my words mean
so much more
I see the inner you
perhaps not seen
so clear
before

I see your beauty plain
as a field of wind-kissed daisies
nodding in the summer rain
as ceaselessly
as their petals fade and drop
to bloom again,
I must tell you
of my heart's
single refrain:
the wonder of
finding you
and so much richness
after all the years
of pain

Your tenderness is
as gentle as the dawn
rising over a sleeping valley
bids the darkness gone
a valley that hasnt noticed
the end of night
until it wakes, bemused,
to find itself
suddenly bathed in
golden light

To me,
your beauty's shining
just as bright
as stars that kiss
the floor of Heaven
to celebrate the night
as luminous as the moon
that sails serene
across the midnight sky
for our delight
and by those stars
you chart my course
and lend me
perfect sight

I see your kindness
as vast
as a huge old
elephant heart
the heart of gold
I sought
right from the start
a heart that knows
how to love
how to be true [NOT! I just have to say!]
a heart that beats steady
as mine does
in return
for you

Perhaps we both were hidden
before we met
or perhaps we chose people
who could not clearly see
all the richness
living within you,
within me
but now it's right to bloom,
we're in safe hands,
each knowing the other
truly loves, and understands

For all those years
I sought you near and far,
I must tell you often
just how beautiful you are
how, after all the pain,
I see your beauty plain
not enough words
in my full heart
ever
to explain

It is your inner beauty
that shines for me
so bright,
glowing on your face
like incandescent light
I, drawn to you
inexorably
as a moth to flame,
full of wonder,
have to tell you
again
and yet
again

ALCHEMY
June, 2000

You came
and touched my life
which had been
dormant lead
undisturbed
by human hand
for a decade
and
with an
alchemist's touch
you picked it up
breathed life into it
warmed it
to a molten state
smoothed off
the rough
and broken places
polished away
the dross
and turned
all into
a pure and perfect
radiance
transforming all
to incandescent
shining
gold

WINGS ACROSS THE SKY
July, 2000

When I look at you,
sweetheart,
my heart takes flight
like wings across
a beating sky
that soar
through
boundless beauty
never known before
and I
fly higher
than I've ever dared
to fly

In the dark of night
when you shine your eyes
on me
it's as if the light
of all the stars
comes shining 'round
and angels
hold their breath
around our bed
in wonder
at all the beauty
that we've found

When I'm holding you
I'm not a body
any more
but Love
loving you
so bountiful and deep,
enfolding you
as you drift off
to sleep,
my whole being
a prayer
this love
forever now
we'll keep

This is the dream
I dreamed
now come to be,
after all the sad long years
you found me here
and I love higher,
deeper,
farther
than I've ever been,
in a land of love
so big
there is no fear.

Fly with me,
sky dreamer,
and we'll go
as high as
it is possible
to go
to find our way
we only need
to flow
the love we share
is all we need
to know.

[But already, though he was full of assurances and declarations, I could feel something wasnt right, feared my heart was not in safe hands. This was intuition, inner knowing, sensory perception. And also there were clues that I tried hard to ignore, messages I tried very hard not to hear. Because if I acknowledged them, I would have to face that I had made a big mistake. And that would have been too hard to bear. This is the moment when I wish I had grown a backbone and walked away with some dignity and self-respect.]

July 2000

For the first time,
a cloud has crossed our sky
dulled the sun,
our hearts confused
as to the how or why

My heart retreats
to safety.
Being strong is what I know:
I tell myself
I'll be okay
whether you stay
or go

It's hard to trust
that happines
will last
Much easier
to take the
more accustomed
Path:
no one ever stayed
by me
in the
painful past

Now
being honest
is the only way I know
there is no other
Pathway
I can go

Something doesnt
feel right
and yet
inside, I know
one look at you
and once again
Love
will begin
to flow

August, 2000

A shooting star arcs
across our sky
I watch you, looking up
at stars, and I
feel the sadness
in your glance
piercing me through
with pain
like a burning lance,
again and yet again

I said I'd never hurt you
yet I have
in this new frontier of being
honestly ourselves,
we must speak our
inner truths
and inward delve
but
under all,
the current of my love for you
runs true
is strong enough
to bring us
safely through

Sweetheart,
in time I'll come to know
the inner you,
trust what we have
will last;
I'll always stand by you
I could not walk away
or from you part
because you hold
the contents
of my heart

Believe me
when I say
that now i understand
you are only trying
to be the best you can
to everyone
so I will meet you there
remembering
when the questions rise
how honestly
you care

I would have thought
in our happy days
before
that with my heart so full
I could not love you more
but pain has shown
what my soul already knew
no matter what,
my heart belongs
to you

Your honesty,
your trueness
to your Self
shows me
you are
a kindred soul
of mine
I will love you
through the dark days
and the fine
my privilege just
to watch your beauty
shine

[Turns out at this point, he was wooing not one but two other women, keeping me on the string until he was sure he had secured one of the others. He called it "keeping his options open". I called it cheating. But I hadnt found this out yet. This all now becomes a farce. He told me later he had been "playing the part" of loving me.]

August, 2000

The cock crows
at break of day
and in my arms
you are as beautiful
as the morning sun
that creeps over
the horizon
and lights up
all the corners
of my world
since we are
one

The day dawns,
here with you,
more happily
than it ever has before-
all the love
I spent my lifetime
looking for
I have
with you -
all that I dreamed
and more

Sweetheart,
I always knew
love could be
like this:
serene, content,
fulfilling,
heartfelt,
meant

That I waited so long
to find you
makes it that
much more
divine
and I'll carry you
in my heart now
through all the days
of time

The cock crows
and I count
my blessings:
Love,
a beautiful man
lying so close by
my side
my love for you
your love for me
and all we share
someone for whom
my whole being
can care

Before the sun even rises,
before you open your eyes,
already
you have gifted me
just by being
by my side

THE MOUNTAINS OF THE MOON
August 2000

We leave the bay,
I, looking back,
at the green green
living island
that I love:
rounded hills
humped under
wisps of cloud,
looking like misty
Mountains of the Moon;
jellyfish bubbling eeerily
among raindrops
in the bay,
eagle hunch-shouldered
in the rain,
the wake behind the boat
marking the distance
I am forced to travel
again and
yet again
away from the place
where I the most belong,
my eyes loving
each tree, each hill,
each bird along the way,
my heart singing its
farewell-till-next-time song.

This is the landscape of my soul,
where my spirit
is at home,
where I no longer live.
In my life,
what I most want
to for forever keep,
the Universe
always asks me
one thing:
give.

On the oher side
of the island,
my lover lives.
With him
my heart resides,
my body
constantly journeying
back and forth
for time spent
by his side.
There and away,
there and away
I go,
taking with me
every golden moment
for I know
it has to last me
till another day.
I gave my heart.
This is the price
I pay.

I live
somewhere
in the middle,
in between.
Alone, and missing both,
I store
all that there
has been,
carefully,
as nuts for
a winter squirrel,
to bring out
when the visits
grow fewer and far between:
a rounded hump
of mountain,
his head on the pillow,
his tender smile,
misty cloud
on old-growth,
the way we watch stars
a while,
an eagle soaring skywards
in full and joyous flight,
and the way
his tender hand
finds mine
within the dark
of night.

It seems
I am always
driving away
from something I love,
always in a
state of longing,
loving
loving
with all my heart
but not belonging.

Why does life require
so much more from me?
Yet I remember
how my soul
needs to think.
I am always driving
towards
something I love
as well:
that glorious sweep
of waves
rushing to shore,
the way my car speeds up
as it heads his way,
the way my heart lifts
at the sight of
what once was home
before,

or his face,
lit up in welcome,
that dear face
that I spent
my whole life
looking for.

My heart waited
a lonely lifetime
for happiness to begin;
for my two loves to find
the waiting chambers
of my heart
and move right in.
Now, rich in love,
it has much
with which to fill
those empty rooms:
my ocean-spirit place,
my dear one's face-
my heart,
making its
evolutionary journey
via Coombs.

GEESE
September, 2000

Out in the field,
geese are calling,
as they prepare
to head south
in search of
warmer climes,
and my heart,
strong and secure
in the love we share,
curls up
in its cave
of contentment
like a well-fed bear,
to see
the long, inclement
winter through,
with you.

October, 2000

My white knight
you came
shining
from the start
spilling
sunshine
in my path
you bid
all my
darkness gone
at every step
you played
a hero's part
till with a radiance
as beautiful
as dawn
you lit up
the hidden corners
of my heart

in the candlelight
within the night
you ride
upon our passion
to the other side
so beautiful
you draw me
deeper in
until there's
no longer
anywhere
to hide

and I must
love you,
love with
everything
I am
with all I have
and all I'll ever be
love all of you
so beautiful
and rare
no words
to say
how much
you mean to me
or all the
thousand
reasons
why I care

my white knight
each and every time
you show
you're staying
when I fear
that you might go
you ease
the questing
seeking
place inside
where love
once hurt me
and where fear
resides
you show
my pilgrim heart
a love so true
I can only
set my course
to follow you
accept the shelter
of being
by your side
where Love
is all
I ever need
to know

my white knight
you're
as beautiful
to me
as a thousand sunsets
on a thousand seas
as daybreak
after darkness
lights the dawn
you came shining
and bid all my shadows
gone
hung all the stars for me
I always knew
that love could be
the way it is
with you
every dream
I ever dreamed
you make
come true
with you
I soar
exultant
skies of blue
and with every word
of love
you set me free
Sweetheart,
you make love
just
that beautiful
for me

[Here is where I discovered the two women he had on the string and where we parted. I, of course, rising to the heights of human folly, assuring him he had my love while he "wrestled with his demons". He said all the classic things, it wasnt me, it was him, he needed "time" to figure himself out, he needed to be alone....blah blah blah. Within weeks he had burned through one woman (the entire time he was sending me emails about how he "thought of me with every breath, longed for me with every prayer." Good grief. The second woman soon moved in with him. He dumped her for someone else, followed by someone after that, not two years later. However, there were one or two more poems before I finally became enraged and realized the entire thing had been empty words, a farce, and that is why my inner knowing had not been congruent with all the words and lofty sentiments flying around. One more person had not been worthy of the gift of my trust and my heart. This time I learned the lesson definitively. I will never have to repeat it.]

White Knights, Blue Skies and Questing Hearts
February, 2000

my white knight
you are walking through
the wasteland
of the distant past
where myths of long ago
elusive beautiful maidens
mystical journeys
gallant knights atop white horses
come and go

fire breathing dragons
stalk
your hero's journey
through the paths
and portals
of the love you fear
as always,
my eternal love
rides with you
while you make your quest
forever, I am here

slain on the battlefields
of love
before I knew you,
your gentle heart
unmasks its fear and pain,
quivers in fear
at the crossroads
of two choices:
love, or unrelieved pain
again

my heart steadfast: it has
no choice
but to love you
the pain of your retreat
is killing me
my love,
a shining light
so you can find me,
the truth inside
the hardest thing
to see

my heart fought
its lonely battles
long before you
came shining through
my world
and made love new
vanquished my fears
and now you seek
to leave me
my greatest joy,
my greatest pain
is loving you

quest gently, love,
it's not so far a journey
your heart contains the
hidden map
you seek
your head, confused,
pursues its lonely battle
within, all that you know
is trying to speak

you'll always be
my white knight,
my beloved,
I pay with pain
not knowing
what's to be
forever and forever
I will love you,
wait always
for you to return
to me

[Then, after the first woman, and as the second was actually packing her boxes, he saw me somewhere, realized I was less than impressed with him, knew the truth and was far beyond believing all the lies and romantic gibberish, and he actually tried to kiss me,in an ego-driven need to have everyone in love with him. I drew back sharply, looked him square in the eyes and asked : "Who are you?" as I drove away.

I was angry for a long time, at him but also with myself, for not listening to my inner voice, for ignoring the obvious signs of his addictive personality, which of course also affected his romantic relationships. But, in the end, he was off living a horrible life and I was fine and better than fine.]

Conclusion:

A Heart of Gold
September 2001

you told me
you'd discovered
all that glitters
is not gold.
I told you
I've been seeking
all my life
a heart of gold.
you led me forward
through my fear
you said
"I always will be here"
you said
"I'll never go away"
so my whole shiny
golden
heart
came out to stay.
you left me
with my heart
all hanging out
in tatters
you said
true love
is not enough
it was
the fantasy
that matters
under the utter
devastation
under my hopes
and dreams
grown cold
I knew: you need
the glitter and the glamor
I knew: it is my heart
that's gold.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Poems for Eric


[I am hiding this back in my archives, as they are not for the general public. But they are a part of my history, and part of my poetical output, so I want to include them. These poems document a part of my journey that I often remember. Eric was the one and only man I was ever with because I really loved him. Other men "happened" to me. I was with them because they chose me, not the other way around. Even so, it was far from perfect. We did love each other, but Eric was unable to commit and I was too insecure in those days, too afraid of abandonment to be okay without a commitment. He was a beautiful but tortured soul without the gift of happiness. I was a free spirit trying to be okay in cages. We moved in together with a total of five teenagers and one seven year old between us. Clearly impossible. The kids were not happy and I felt we were all paying a high price without any surety (though there is never any surety.) Plus I was all too aware - he made me all too aware - that his eye was always roving - there were so many other, more beautiful women out there, and I was only one woman. How could he be content with a snack, when there was a whole smorgsbord waiting?

Eric gave me doves on my birthday. One of the doves was killed by his cat. The other dove lived on alone. The evening I told Eric I was moving out, he sat in silence for a few horrible moments. Then he simply reached over and opened the door of the cage. The dove flew out to its freedom. That said it all.

However, when I look back, he is the only one I regret, the only one I remember, the only one my feelings did not change for. These days he is living in Nicaragua and feels he is in Paradise. I am glad he has found happiness. Because I so wanted someone to share the journey with, my task was to make it through this life mostly alone. I have children, and friends aplenty, but never managed a long-term partner and, finally, I no longer wanted or needed one. Though, at any time through all the years, had Eric ever called and asked me to, I would have been on my way to him within the hour.]

February 16, 1983

After the long night,
an early morning.
After the long silence,
a tapping at my window.
After too long alone,
I rose to greet you,
and now I often wake
at four in the morning,
remembering your touch
that woke me,
woke me
from my long sleep.

March 3, 1983

Out in the country,
brown and bare,
I'm watching seagulls
circling
gray rainy skies
when suddenly
thoughts of you
invade my quietude
with an urgency
that tells me
yes,
this must be
passion.

March 14, 1983

somtimes I feel
like a closed book
I want you to open
as if you see
only the covers of me
and I'm not sure
if you even want to read
all that lies hiding
inside of me.
sometimes in the dark
when we open up the pages
e get close
but time and all
there always is to do
intrudes
and I feel I've been snapped shut
in the middle of a chapter
till the next time
there is a time
and it's not that I'm asking
for more time
for us to be -
only to know
whether you want to
keep on
reading me.

March 24, 1983

you like beginnings:
the thrill of the chase.
I'm careful at beginnings.
I like to feel safe.
You came on so strong
that almost, I believed
and though you are already
halfway gone
I begin to feel attached
just as you leave.
For you like beginnings
and pain has taught me
everything I know
and so perhaps I was
a little slow
in removing my defences
just before you go.

March 39, 1983

Like a daisy
growing out of a crack
in the pavement
I see you,
your feet in cement,
your head in the sun.
Fill your eyes full of clouds,
your heart with content:
scent of earth,
blue of sky,
good work to be done
and no need to ask why.
Think a thought of me
on the periphery
of your day,
sweet person,
as I grow peaceful
in my garden plot.
Like a daisy
I count all your petals,
one by one:
he loves me,
he loves me not.

April 17, 1983

sand-sitting
at the end of a
peaceful day
spent watching you -
loving
the face,
the smile,
the voice,
the quiet eyes.
Lake-watching,
and listening to my heart
as over and over
it says
your name
your name
as over and over
and over
it says
your name.


April 27, 1983

your face
above me
dark-bearded and beautiful
against the sky

trees
benign
behind your shoulders
and in my heart
a boulder
that dammed up
all my feelings
slipped and slid
away
and I know
I love you
love you
for giving me
my most beautiful day.

May 1, 1983

Toss me aside
so lightly.
It doesnt hurt
because you prove
there never really was
any caring there
to make it
worth
the shedding of
one tear.

May 5, 1983

sifting through your words
and reservations,
your disclaimers,
I return again and again
to the friendly closeness
of lying in your arms.
With all the holding off
you do with words,
with your arms you draw me
closer, closer in
and so you draw me back to you again
from where I'd retreated
in my fear of pain
and even though you promise
to be leaving soon
I love you now
in the dark, dark, dark
of your room.

May 23, 1983

Rooftops
and sunshine,
your face caught against a backdrop
of fluffy Muppet movie clouds
on clear blue sky.
Your kind eyes looking down
rush of traffic down below,
children's voices,
then no sound.
Only you and me,
locked suspended
in a world of We,
eyes closed fast
against the light,
holding tight.
And I forgive the universe
for all those lonely years,
for all the tears
and times I thought
it would never happen to me.
I had almost forgotten
the little I ever knew
of closeness
and love on rooftops
till life gifted me
with you.

May 28, 1983

apprehension
when I sometimes feel you
traveling vast distances away
following other faces
that beckon you like stars
and I remember
too many years alone
untouched, untouching
and how I traveled far
to find this closeness
just being where you are

Fear turns
to gratitude
that at least
once more
I've had the chance
to hold you close
within the friendly dark
and tell you
just how beautiful
you are.

june 13, 1983

look outward, friend,
and see the beauty there:
each flower and each tree
so perfectly being
what it's meant to be.

look inward, friend,
and see your beauty too.
Arent you as beautiful as any tree?
So much I see there when I look at you;
just like a flower,
all you need do is be.

look closer, friend, and see
the way you are reflected in my eyes:
you're made of star-gazing and dreams,
sorrow and seeking,
and through your pain-filled eyes
your soul is speaking.

Like an eagle rising through black clouds
into the clearer air is how I see you.
I long for you to fly beyond the pain
and find the freedom that awaits you there
when you let go and see how much remains.

July 2, 1983

still like an eagle,
above the clouds you soar now.
Something has freed you,
flying up so high.
And down below,
I catch my breath to see you:
a thing of beauty
dark against the sky.

August 12, 1983
TO A SEAGULL

Jonathan,
I watch you walk on sand.
The surf rides up the beach,
retreats,
like emotions fill my heart full -
ebb and flow.
Music plays behind me.
My feet play in sand,
and my spirit soars
as new contentment
fills me fuller
than I've ever been
before.

August 19, 1983

The baby dove takes flight.

You walk under the branches
with kind eyes.

In total trust
it steps into your hand.

I engrave the sight
upon my heart
forever.

I know it is your spirit,
your inner being
that I am seeing
shine so plainly there,
and that I love a man
of rare worth and beauty

So in total trust
my heart takes flight
and comes to rest
within your
gentle hand.

September 15, 1983
THOUGHTS THAT
DIDNT MAKE IT
AS A POEM

sometimes I'd like to
just chase clouds and dream,
roll downhill
through buttercups and clover
and pretend
there'll be a time
someday
when all the pain
and struggle
will be over.

When I lie beside you
my tears are not for joy
(though there is joy
in all I've found in you)
but for chagrin
that even in finding
all I have been
seeking
it's still real life,
each day with its
own struggles
and I still must stay
so strong.
Not halving the load,
each of us packs
his own burden,
and all we can
hope to do
is comfort
and take comfort in
each other.

Hello, fellow traveler.
Your path is so like mine.
Like two oxen in a field
did we stumble and stagger
over rocks and hillocks
to meet
and try to
pull our load
in tandem.
How we fight
the bitter harness,
our eyes raised
skyward
to where the world
is free,
up to our knees
in mud,
with a head
full of dreams,
flogging
flogging
-to what avail?-
hello, brother dreamer.
When you hold me,
comfort is
the only word I know.
I see
your spirit
striving
and I admire
your beauty
for surviving.
Let me help you.
Let me tell you
how you help me
by giving me days
when I feel life is all
I ever wanted it to be.
And in days
when my spirit cries
it doesnt want
any more
any more
just no more pain
and struggle,
you help me
just by being there,
you share,
and in your sharing,
you bring forth
all my caring.

Hello, friend.
Your hand in mine
doesnt make the load
any lighter
but it sure feels friendly.
And there is a rightness
being here with you
that I dont need to
put words to.
I'm glad I didnt miss
this part of the highway,
so much nicer walking
here with you.
I'd have missed so much
I'm learning
on my own.
And I may cry
sometimes
because there is
no easy way
but all I have to do
is look at you
to know
I'd rather share
the struggle
here with you
day by day
than take
the easiest path
leading
any other way.

October 17, 1983

Swimmer in
my secret sea,
you've touched
the inner parts
of me.
While others
circled
on my shore,
you've come
where no one
ever was before.

Striving together
upon the tide,
locked together
do we ride
and you are
deep deep deep
within
the inner chambers
where I hide.

And oh, the fear,
the fear it comes
at thoughts
of one day
being one
after all the
warmth of you
and the closeness
of being two.

Swimmer in
my secret sea,
I know words
wont set fears free,
but you have
traveled far too far
to where
my deepest
feelings are.

And even when
you go away,
part of you
will always stay
swimming in
my secret sea
in the
deepest
heart of me.

October 15, 1983

Brother Dreamer,
when your struggles take you
so far away
from where my touch
can reach you,
lonely as the eagle
who soars gray skies
and perches on jagged peaks
surveying harsh
landscapes
of the inner soul,
it makes me
lonely too.
Helplessly,
I watch
your painful journey,
knowing all my love
encircling you
without
does not warm
that cold distant place
where you're circling
within.
Beautiful traveler,
your path
becomes
my path,
your pain
my pain.
In sharing
your aloneness,
I am alone
again.

December 26, 1983

Loving the eagle,
glorying in his flight,
in his beauty,
in his eagle-ness,
could I
throw a rope
around his neck
and pull him
from the sky?
Tie him to earth
with love untrue
where, fettered and tame,
and with his spirit lame,
he would not not any longer
be the eagle
I once knew?
Fly, eagle, fly,
free and beautiful and high.
Set your spirit free,
be all that you can be,
for my love wants to lift you
up so high
that you find all the beauty
in the sky.
Eagle,
I love your beauty now,
appreciate the being
that you are,
and all I know
is Love is not the captor
of our hearts -
only our own fear
of letting go.

March 14, 1984

Your interpretation
was so far
from my intention.
All the times
I put my arms
around you
you thought I was
asking something of you,
while I thought I was
giving.
I'm stunned
you did not see:
it was for you
I always loved you,
not for me.

[In September my kids and I moved out. Soon he was driving past my house laughing with someone new. But this September day in 1986, I found myself stopping by his house and worldlessly he took my hand and led me to his room. I wrote this poem, perhaps hoping we would start up once again. But we never did. He never called, he was never one to initiate and after all that had happened, he would have needed to this time.]

Brother Dreamer,
we've traveled far
to get to where we are.
How much further
we have yet to go
it is good we
do not know.
But I trust
the universe
is taking me
where I'm
supposed to flow.
And am set free
to accept
such offerings
as sky and trees
and a sheltered
rainy day
within your arms,
knowing there'll be
no harm.
Sweet Dreamer,
as always
when I look at you,
your beauty shines.
Life has been kind
that I can count you
as a special friend
of mine.

[I spoke to him on the phone the summer of '89 when Jeff was so ill. His daughter Lorill went to visit Jeff. In our conversation he asked me how I liked Tofino and I told him how ecstatic I was there, that it was like one big coffeehouse. He was happy for me. He told me he had bought himself the Harley he had always wanted, suggested he might take it on the road and come and see me. But he never did. So it was unexpected when he phoned me on Christmas Eve, 1991. My house was full of kids and we were about to make the trip to Qualicum to spend Christmas with my mom at my sister's house. Eric told me he was in Vancouver, at his father's. As always he didnt say what perhaps he was hoping and without the words, I couldnt presume or guess. But I imagine, now, being that close to the Island, he might have been hoping I'd come to him or invite him to come to me. As always, I was hampered by family and not free. We spoke for a few moments, I hung up confused. What had he wanted? Why couldnt he say the words?

Sigh. Always missed connections. It was so rare for him to reach out. And of course it had to be a moment when I was up to my eyeballs in obligations.

December 24, 1991

Eagle brother,
your eyess have always
pierced me through
to the secret place
only you knew.
There was
something
in your glance
that drew me
straight to you.
Fellow dreamer,
weary traveler,
in a world
of happiness
elusive,
where finally
it is only
found within,
we once shared
closeness
and a comfort
that I only knew
with you.
For you alone
was my love
deep and true.
I walked on -
your pain
too great
to allow me
to stay,
my love too deep
to be able to say -
yet the sound of your voice
on the phone
makes the years
fall away,
and suddenly
it is
eight years ago
once more.

[This last poem I actually mailed to him and I think he may have received it. No answer of course. Later I heard he had moved to the Kootenays, long his dream. His daughters both came looking for me in their young womanhood to thank me for being an influence on them back when. I asked his older daughter to ask him if I mighrt email him. He gave his standard answer: let the past be the past, no looking back. But I have always looked back. He was my one love. He always told me "No easy answers". But I didnt want an easy answer. I just wanted AN answer.]

July 13, 1997

These days
I often find
my thoughts
returning
to dusty mesas
dotted with dry scrub
along the arroyo
through dry, sandy gorges
you once told me
was a river
long ago

In reverie
I circle
sleepy rooftops
finding yours
where we made love
one afternoon
your face
so dark and beautiful
above me
those summer days
that ended
way too soon

Those days
you were an eagle
soaring / captive
caught somewhere
between the earth
and sky
while I caught my breath
and emptied out
my being
into the wonder
of becoming
you and I

Now my spirit
sometimes walks
on summer mornings
-dew-fresh scent of tall marsh grasses,
willow trees,
fresh lake ripples
lapping gently
on the shore-
the scent of
all the mornings
I remember
and I long to walk
beside the lake
once more

In memory you turn
your slow smile on me
always a bird
alighting
on your hand
I hear again the coo
of doves at daybreak
and somewhere -
another time, another land -
"Blackbird" is singing
in the dark of night
while two lonely seekers
try to hold their pain
at bay
by clinging to each other
way too tight
unable to find words
to make it right
and somehow lost their way

The dove lost its mate
and flew
but keeps on
circling
circling back to you
never very far
from where you are
if you but knew

Through all those years
I saw your beauty plain
and now I am
remembering
remembering
again

The single step
that started
my long journey
the thousand miles it took
to bring me home
all I was searching for
I found within me
forever now
without the need
to roam

I have one more hug
to give you
in this lifetime
one more time to see
the smile start
in your eyes
if we never meet again
know I have loved you
as no other
all the seasons
of our lives