Tigression FuPoet at Large's blog: "By my words you shall know me"

Will I die when our eyes meet?

Sometimes it is as though

I find I am not worthy of the honor

Of her voice upon me.

That she might see the love that weighs

So heavily upon my heart might

Destroy my soul as quickly as

Her smile may destroy my pride.

My mind is a reservior where

I keep and savor each small drop of

My memory of her.

Does the dirt beneath her feet

Really seem so purified by

Her mere touching it as she walks?

Could I survive this world if she left me?

Are there any words that I might speak

That could bring one last smile to her face?

Perhaps... Perhaps if she returned again

I might drown in a happy, tear-filled sea....

Meanwhile.....

   The thoughtless beetle staggers

   over stones much larger than himself,

   and each time he passes one, he stops, 

   and even he thinks of what he's done.

Wake up, the day begins

And with it the sun will rise as my love

Causing light to fill my eyes

And blind me.

 And as the day goes on

The sun will grow larger and  hotter

And with it my blind love will swell

As my heart does.

And as the sun starts to sink into the sea

Bearing my passion on its back

It passes by forgotten clouds of memories

And gives the sea a golden kiss.

Finally the sun is gone

Gone for now, but not forever

For I know that it, as my love, one day

Will come again.

The man within my head urges

The man within my heart to drink ten cups.

Ten cups to perhaps dull the pain

Ten cups to perhaps replace it with drunkenness.

...But what ten cups could make me as drunk
   As I ever am with your love in my heart?
You came to me last night in a dream,

I know this because awake or asleep
I am lost and always thinking of you.
And I wondered, since it was really you,
Coming to me across the miles between us,

How could you lift your wings and use them?

Is there some message I could send,

Some sentence of mere words that will remind you

Of the spoken and unspoken vows

Known only to our two hearts?

Words we whispered through many quiet midnights…

…That we surely wished to soar to the heavens

    Two birds joined with the wings of one.

…That we wished to grow old together on earth

    As two branches of one strong tree.

And so I ask questions I know the answers to…

Who is lovelier than she?
…Yet she lives alone in an empty valley.

And who is stronger than she?

…Yet she finds no wind to lift her wings.

And isn’t the joining of a girl, the placing of her

Away from her family, much like the launching

Of a little boat on a great river?

Shall one now only see bright tears upon her cheek

…And not the man she so bitterly loves?

Somewhere there is that last candle lit

Slowly getting smaller and smaller

As it, feeling our sadness, weeps,

As we do, all through the night.

And somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven,

We may once again see the bright flame of our love…

But just now must ask….shall there be only ashes?

So in your waking moments,

Should you pass through some park and

Think of me…seeing purple blossoms

That will ever remind me of you…

Take home an armful, for my sake,
As a symbol of our love.

My heart is heavy, and has been all day long,

Because I clearly see you have so far to go.

It is almost as difficult for lovers to meet

As for the morning and the evening stars.

So as I turn gray at my temples,

And you still brush long thick tresses,

I wait for you to clearly tell me that

Our souls belong together....

Now when my heart is almost broken,

(Since you constantly turn to me and say

…."I dare not know you"...),
Must I bare my breast so your daggers

Might find my heart with greater ease?

Perhaps I should climb atop the pedestal

(That you perceive I have placed you on)

So that when I reach the top I may see

All the mountains of the world

In but a single glance?

No….....for once there, in the instant that

I take your hand, we would find ourselves

Not on some lofty peak but merely

On the level and solid ground

That I ever had been pacing on.

There is no wine nor other spirits that might

Make me as drunk as I ever would be

Feeling you place your love at last

In my heart with your own words....

But still.... because I yearn to hear you promise,

I take all of you that I see and hear,

Into my being to quiet my troubled heart…

Waiting for you… ever-waiting.....

Today the mountains separate us.

When tomorrow comes... will it be the same?

Stand by my side, woman.

Naked... body and soul.

Reveal your true self to me.

Shed the fear from your eyes.

And let love bind us together.

Can you not see my love

Waiting for you with open arms.

....Oh, my sunlit-midnight

The feelings that capture me when

I merely think of you...

I see a thousand lifetimes before me

A vast expanse of eternity

Waiting to be filled by you and I.

...Shall we soon be there?

Floating in a pool of pure passion?

What chance have we to sleep

When faced with such as this?

...Shall some small measure

Of mercy be meted out to us?

That your heart might echo

These thoughts from mine,

Would drown me in a tear-filled

Sea of happiness.

By the measured tread of time’s sure footings

We count such matters as we deem important

And glance, by chance, at those times seldomed

In moments odd, and by luck unnoticed.

And as the portents of age following age

Unravel the veil of cosmos spanning chronometer

We note, not ‘mused, that only love endures

The ravages that we burden all that surrounds us.

And what of such time lasting essence?

And by whose gavel must fall the judging?

And where stands youth within this aging?

When love smites hard and deep and clear?

Through just proceedings we class the runners

...Who race the clock and dare the challenge

...Who master in art or faceless music

...Who excel in words or psyche or mention.

And even as we pass the final passing

And hear our name called low and vibrant

We never near the true-cast die

Time rolls on ever, floating, tumbling.

But as I pass in my quick moment

A part of me will yet endure

For I did touch the heart of new-love

And it made for me..... all ages… mine.

And the little girl sat huddled, hunched

Intently staring, glaringly gazing into

The tiny star found in her hand.

And as she watched it, selfishly,

Sharing it with only she, it grew and

By its gleamings could be seen, the

Tinier mimicked stars within her eyes.

 The Star in its growings…swelled, blazing bright…

Upon her life and making naked her very soul.

She started, at its new sizes and her awareness of it,

But knew its wonder was hers and hers alone.

But then; she heard the Star’s bright voice…

Calling to her crisp and clear, to share its light

With others, also, that they might know its measure.

And quickly clasped were her jealous child-hands

About the Star-jewel, shutting off all but faint

Glimmerings that escaped at random.

And quickly placed was the small bright wonder; and,

As quickly shut was the small chest’s lid; and,

On the high shelf behind the rag doll was

The chest-tomb carefully laid and hid.

Years, as ages, passed then…and next found her

Older, grayer…wanting…and

Brought her to her past, in person,

To bear her attic room in tears.

But by chance she touched the tattered ragdoll;

And, gasped, as it tipped and fell….forgotten

As she saw the chest and leaped to own it

And know the Star’s wonder once again…

…She turned the latch and bent the hinges

(Rusted now by the seasons’ changes)

And found only cold air…wantings…

.....and her own emptiness.

Throughout my life

I have ever been confident…

Confident even to that point of

Ignoring danger until death was

Staring me directly in the eye; But 

When I feel your presence I become

So bashful that I dare not smile,

And I find myself lowering

My head toward a dark corner

Of my life... so as to not answer

The thousand calls of your heart.

But, I have learned that no dust

Will ever seal our love, and
That even though I might die I will

Wait for you and never lose heart

While standing, silently watching.
Because of the greatness

Of the love in my heart, placed

There mainly because of you,,,,
I wake with tracks of tears on my face…

But knowing the full measure of

The dreams of you. . . there by my side,

And not there. . . that fill my nights

And often my days. . .

I face my mirror each morning with a sigh
And ponder if your human heart

Will blossom in spring, like all other flowers;

And, if I turn too fast around the next corner…

Of this bright flame of love,

That fills both my nights and my days,

Shall there then be only ashes?

I fear to put it to the test but know

That I shall... for my love

And the love I have seen in you...

Shall require it of me.

There are no secrets worth concealing

When love has firmly captured one's heart...

When one dreams and thinks

And lives and breathes the essence of life

Through the love one has for another.

Tell me one story as yet once untold.

Tell me of the darkness that surrounds

You and I shall cast light upon it

And we shall both watch it disappear...

...for there is no telling left untold...

...for there are no words that have been

   that still survive unheard, unspent.

Could I be swayed from the course my

Love has placed me on by mere words?

Can I love less for that which I do not know

Merely because it is brought to light?

Surely...

...it is easier to capture stars in one's palm...

...it is simpler to walk on raging oceans...

   than it could ever be to change

   my love...my heart...my being.

For love fills my heart to overflowing

And my heart fills my being to bursting

Such that nothing, regardless how remarkable,

Can enter in.

Shall there be a single moment,

Throughout the course of your short life,

Where you can glimpse, however briefly,

The measure of small wondrous truths?

And, having seen such gleamings,

Could you say, with blatant disregard

For any final cosmic consequence,

That through your remaining human life

You might ignore that which should have

Changed your earthly life forever?

These questions are so simply forged

For such truths are ever present

And pervade the world around us;

…We but choose to be blind by choice.

And the answers are as simple…

And no matter how you may try…

You will not then deny the seeing

Or the knowing in your final moment

….Of accounting before that judgment seat.

I know one such truth is love; and,

You will not succeed if you try to claim

That you have never known true-love…

Intending for your part an answer

That speaks to what you have been given.

For your statement proves that you have seen it

In the form perhaps of the new-borne babe…

Or wrapped arms of lovers not far from you…

Or the beauty of some pastoral scene.

And having seen it, you then do know it...

And knowing it you then hear its call.

By such a way as this the seed is planted

And it is up to you to let it grow

Until it does what its measure calls for

That you might give and live and

Know and show true-love...

.....And ask nothing in return.