Message Of Love

Rain falling hard and fast,
making me think of blessings
sent by you, dreams in my heart
are swirling about, I cannot dis-
engage my mind, floating through
the house, not touching the ground,
carried on the wings of your visions,
still hearing your voice, clear and
strong, the most wonderful moment when
you needed my help to regain your strength,
I got to hold you in my arms, stare into
your eyes to see the paradise you have
been dreaming of, I felt the love as
waves in concentric circles enclosing
me, weaving new enchantment, which I
have no will to withstand…

As the rain continues, I feel your touch,
lips still sensitive as if you have just been
around, eyes still bright as if discerning
your face, whole self attuned to your
thoughts and the blessing of rain
announcing the wonderful
message of love…

Making Me Whole

And words sweet like almonds in honey,
exquisite like fragrant Turkish delight in
rice paper, delightful like thick syrup and
chocolates, were singing in my ears, too
lovely to allow me the chance to check
the time, suddenly a voice ringing out
it is three thirty! I got up and ran to be
in time for my lift, your breath still
wafting around me, your warm
voice still singing a song
in my mind

It is your purity, lack of contamination,
lack of hatred and disgust, your total
devotion to beauty and spiritual ideas
and sweetest love - that opened the
way to my heart

Felt your delicious touch in the velvet water
drifting in the pool, your presence encircling
me and lifting me out of my body onto a new
new level of ecstatic being, arms still aching
to hold you, hands still feeling your face and
your hair, lips still tingling after your fervent
kiss as we said goodbye, your spirit so near
to my soul - making me whole…

White And Blue Porcelain

Porcelain figurine standing alone, her companion broke
so long ago, in white and blue porcelain like a little
Dutch girl, he was her sweet beau and she was his belle
then one day he broke as he fell – so for twenty years

alone on the mantle-shelf; then you arrived on the scene,
all romantic and brave - not scared at all of her ice-cold
porcelain sheen, you called her Lady-Blue and took her
hand, gallantly kissed it and then scurried off

so proud, yet so sensitive, she saw your eyes in the night
as she dreamt, she felt your kiss burning her soul, waiting
for you to come again, and you did, she was glad as her eyes
lit up, her lips forming a question, in embarrassment

she twittered while your lips twitched in amusement, you took
her hand courteously and led her in a dance, waltzed all over the
floor, you looked at her with eyes that adore, she looked
back with eyes that shone even more

suddenly life on the shelf was not alone any more, you stayed
at her side gesticulating to the wide world ahead, she smiled and
you were mesmerized, you smiled back leaving her hypnotized,
when she cried in the night terrified

you drew her into your arms and held her tight, suddenly the world
seemed so lovely and bright, as if light illumined all life, then you
embraced your figurine kissing her porcelain lips, melting the glass
until all the blue went away as she became transparent to you

you looked into her heart and saw a fire inside, it set your mind alight
you took possession of your own figurine, she belonged to you for
ever more adorning your mantle-shelf forever
and a day…