i've gotten used to the heartbreaks the semi-frequent reminders of you now they are a part of my day the new way my heart beats
words are my paint limits of reality change with each word & you move me like a song i open my mouth and i do not decide where my voice begins and when yours ends, or when the silence comes.
here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap and to your(in my arms flowering so new) self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to a disappearing poet of always,snow and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness) here's to one undiscoverable guess of whose mad skill each world of blood is made (whose fatal songs are moving in the moon
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting- over and over
announcing your place
in the family of things.
when i am near you the numbers on streets and clocks are right the sound of rain upon the sidewalk is a complete refrain to a childhood melody at night the stars burn like candles, when blown, bow and tip their hats when i hold you in my mind the expanse of heavens dreamed in forlorn ancient texts reveal themselves like a vast, turning sky & you, like desert canyon walls, are a fountain waiting for rain.
love is in the present i hope you can feel it it's in the moonlight dancing with the moths blowing gently through the trees it's by candlelight on the touch of a lover's kiss the soft lips in the musical hum the wings of a bumblebee the nectar of a hummingbird's bill it's in the private wish at a sunset glow in the gift of the sun the last bursting rays that return at day love is in the leaf of a tree in the air of spring just a little bud the blooming delicate petals (pink pearl blossoms) closing at first snow bound in the roots of the forest digging deeper like the earthworm a tunnel into a richer existence nuzzling in your bosom a gentle caress touching closer, closer, closer golden honey drops that never spoil like wine better with age
if a picture is a thousand words then your voice is uncountable in- sur- mountable a peak and V- alley lush with game and forests and sheep you are a mother of all things & through four seasons you are a newspring lake a deep water well a magic a power a force and though i'll never understand you never have you in all your forever i bid you the best an anti-eternity can provide if all the stars are an end then you are my one beginning