He sat on boat edge
as the boatman
with ancient oar
strummed rhythm
on the water .
She waited
on the other shore
Facing west
back turned away
In
fear
of a losing glance
again.
She refrained
from turning
as she flung back a hand
In an eastern direction
in a longing salutation
And the boat
it seemed up so high ,
floating on the air
above the water
as in winged embrace
the angel
held them
both together
and spirited
them away .
Posada
It’s night .
We’re far away
without a home
in flight
on angel’s wings,
and in need of
tender shielding
love .
Open up your heart ,
and let us in
for the nurturing ,
and the healing to begin .
We are here .
No other shelter near .
The nights are filled
with weariness
and fear .
Make it a night of sweet survival ,
of rest ,
of everything that’s dear ,
to human hearts
and to those who
are gathered in ,
who have loved so well .
Open up your doors
to guests and strangers
and let us in .
The moments flow
passing
like running water .
There’s no time left
to waste .
The time will come
when the world
will need a refuge
to reside in ,
when the earth will
open to the light
and yield to
another heart
that has turned the key
and let us in.
Open and let us in .
Let us come inside
to shelter you
and all those that you love .
Lets begin a silent night
with love
that enters into day .
From “No Subject here Just Light” by PWChaltas
Merry Christmas
Infinity
Your mouth
Speaks infinity
to harlots
and love
Forehead of blood ,
all dried
the colour of love
in your hair .
You whose life
snuffed out
was a hammered mettle
on sanguine wood ,
Waiting for a Sign
He knew her beauty
He knew her dreams
He knew she came apart
at certain seams
So he was gentle
and he was kind
but he was also
partly blind
He waited calmly
and patiently for the sign
but she left him
one grey October
afternoon
to travel on a journey ,
endless abandon
with kind and tribe .
He was torn
once more alone
but now he knew
not only blind
but also
a fool
for love .
And yet
he never stopped
living her .
One of us
Who will send you flowers
When One of us has gone ?
Who will pass the hours
with you when
One of us has gone ?
My songs are meant
for you
Love
And only meant for you .
Ever will you hear them
Even after times
Love
that One of us
has gone .
Endymion Song
The moon
is a group
of bright white
cross hatched
chevrons in blackened water,
like the shine
of sweat
that glistens
between
a woman’s
breasts.
A finger print
sings to me
sweetly.
In pure white.
it greets me
and comes
ever closer,
entreats me,
to look past
the milky glow
on the water’s
naked, dark
and navy flesh,
far past the horizon,
up to the
hanging
pendant laughing
in the evening sky ..
From “No Subject Here Just Light” by PWChaltas
One Hundred Thousand
A hundred thousand lives
are passing before my eyes
But none of them
compares to you
A hundred thousand loves
are passing by my heart
but none of them
not a one
Is anything like you.
Couldn’t See it
I could not
Have possibly seen it
Coming
It was too black
too dark.
It was silent
It was art.
I fell prey
to its’ beauty .
It ate my heart .
Living Flesh Composite
With this living flesh
We find our steps
With living eyes
We cry
With immortal heart
We sing
the song of Love.
The Child
I am
The child .
My swaddled
body
is sweet scented rubber
In hollowed out shelter
stone .
I am carried by
my mother .I am
the child
Judge .
PWChaltas 