Snapshots
Of Encounters
I saw you
stare with eyes so still and straight
observing me while hearing my request
if you possessed the Rebel's seventh's fugue.
Unannounced, you burst with lusty sweetness
the joyful peasant song from the Deaf ear.
Of Estrangement
Laying in
bed, fever aflame,
I grew so sad, watching you go
tending to men, lost in their pride.
Knowing your heart, quiet, but true,
I wait and bless, you, your desire,
union seared, art to deflect
Glory divine, beauty and rest.
Of Innocence
Forgive,
remember past is still.
Be still: complaints excuses done.
Complete, not done, God is with Time.
With time, in time, we have to mold
one voice, a mold of humbled souls.
When souls are still, Time's mold be done.
Of Trust
The day you
gave me Genesis
was clear and inarticulate:
no momentous downpour of hail
or luminous solar eclipse.
It was plain, simple and mundane
unlinke the subtle fetal forms
evolving out of the silence
you did not paint, but left undone.
Of the Red
Earth
In the still
life of the red earth
by the peach tree he embraced her.
Sent through Time's fire as the sacred
test of sealed faith, they were cast in
Deep in Time's voice, they heard Grief scream
as their love tore on a taut thread.
Of Tribunals
Choice was
yours to stay or leave us
I did not know why you took off.
Hazy were your reasons and guilt.
Judgement staved; you came back for me.
Guilelessly, you confessed your love
Purchased fares to Paris, France.
I repressed my unforgiveness
riding atop your newfound faith.