Who could have
known
Your face would
launch a thousand
ships ,
the forbidden taste of
blood red lips
Stolen,
How delicate
Your hand ,
And smooth
The curve of hip,
Your form tender
As etherial dove,
An embodied love,
On wings
Set free
caressed by sun
And spread in open air
Across
The glistening waves
Of the emerald seas
That
are
your
eyes.
There’s no comfort
like the comfort of a friend.
There’s no comfort
Like the comfort of a mother
or a father.
There’s no comfort
like the comfort of a son
or of a daughter .
There is no comfort like
the comfort of love,
All In The One
My father used to ask
where are you ?
And I would say
here I am.
Now I ask him
Where are you ?
And in the silence
Of night dreams
He says :
here I am .
Broken Angel
Broken angel
sitting on the steps
out on your own
You’ve lost
A friend,
And love;
I know,
It’s so hard to be alone
Broken angel
I’ve been there
Once before.
I remember.
It seems it was so
Many years ago
Your arms
Are bruised
Your wings are torn
You heart is shattered
Broken angel
Are you able to perform
The miracles
by night again?
Broken angel
I know it’s just
Not right,
But that’s just how
It seems to go,
you have to fight,
The deepest darkest
battles all alone at night
broken angel.
Broken angel
You’re the only angel
that I know.
There were others
Once but they all
gave up and had to go.
They all just
turned around
and flew away.
They’ve gone
for good now
broken angel
and so I ask
If I can stay,
And spend this night
On simple steps
with you aglow
so we
can fight
this darkness
that we know
together
till the early morning
light of day.
You and I both together,
won’t be long,
Till the coming
Of the early morning dawn
my broken broken angel.
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Love in Now
Touch this body
Touch this mind
Take my hand
and let’s embrace
each other from inside
I am here
I am yours and you
Are mine
and There’s only
Just a point of vacant space
and time
left for all our loving ,
Left for this love we’ve made
Thoughout the years
Sharing, serving secrets
in the dark
and if tomorrow
In a flash of morning
sparks
This all
just ends
And
This body you have held
Is lowered softly
with the simple earth to meld ,
Just a measured breath
graced by loving angels
then
What matters is
Our love in now
so lets love again
and it will be alright
Love each other
Deep tonight
Once again
enfolding body soul and mind
So sweetly in this dark
Thats lit by love
and burning candles .
Your hands are mine
And mine are yours
This Love of mine ,
this love of yours .
Here together in
this flowing river
we call time .
Your Taste
You and I ,
the same ,
Occupy
Undifferentiated
Raw corners of existence .
Treading
An ephemeral
Step, this footprint
Time and earth cover,
Excavated only
by fate and
enduring heart.
We all have tasted painful relationships like this one at one time or another in our lives
That’s not to say we should dwell on them :
Goodbye Tasting
You said :
You’ve got to go,
goodbye.
I said I’d rather stay,
so you led me
to your bed.
I said :
I’d rather not
this way.
You took
my love
My dear and simply made it
A heart
hors d’oeuvre,
so
Nice and tasty .
And I
The thoughts
Of you are with me
And the ice
of your prescience no more,
Numbs me, I alone
And walking from
This strong tree
existence .
I join you
in a note of
Oblivion & shadow
Nature as small
as ladybug shade
crawling across
shoulder
Christ in the Garden
Be with me.
Be with me,
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
Be with me,
and take my hand.
Here in the garden,
we will walk together
hand in hand.
Be with me
Be with me,
In the Garden of Gethsemane
I only ask
you open eyes
and do not sleep.
There’s no need to speak,
only a simple willingness
of feet,
and in your heart,
I will give you rest.
Be with me
Be with me
In a silent midnight prayer
in the stillness
of the midnight air,
as moonlight
illuminates our lines
in this silent Garden
for all time.
And we will not forsake
each others In this life ,
till just before the early morning breaks.
In the Garden
love
there’s a tree that blossoms,
only once at night,
Both red and white,
And its beauty blossoms down
towards the ground.
I will take you there
And we will water it
with all my flowing blood,
with all eternal love .
Be with me,
Be with me,
In the Garden of Gethsemane
and we will travel,
back to hanging gardens
Of the East,
And forth to courtyard gardens
of the West,
And to that wonderous garden
held in by walls of cedar plank,
where we will finally
Be free,
And Be at peace,
to wrap robes
round fragrant trees.
Here passion
will be buried deep
And there will be
only you and I
in purest love
The love most pure and sweet.
Be with me,
Be with me,
and we will see
Jerusalem
from mountain slopes,
and water olive trees,
with crimson sweat
and bitter tear,
while
resting on a sacrificial altar stone.
Be with me,
Be with me,
In the garden
if you can,
for this night only
I am here, and
All alone this darkest night a Man.
Be with me
and contemplate, finally embrace,
the Love that flows
here freely
in the Gardens of Gethsemane
my Love.
And when the time comes,
That we must part,
Hold and remember
I will always be
Set deep in your heart,
Here in the stillness
Of the Gardens of Gethsemane,
My love.
From “Dreams for a Saturday Morning” by PWChaltas
Speak to Me
Speak to me
About what ails you
Breathe
And give It vent
Talk to me about what
ails you
don’t bother asking for
My Consent
talk to me about what ails
You
speak your pain most
Plainly
In a scroll of holy breath.
There remains time yet
for the world in you to
Yet repent ..Just
A while yet left .
talk to me about
What ails you
Ease and
Heal
let the burdens fall
From heaving breast ,
As spirit spreads
Its wings
Towards you
to surround us
leaving only
what is best .
PWChaltas 