Although I Cry

Although I cry, it wasn't me alone
That did base things, 'twas her - for being there -
That turned my phrase and cut me to the bone:
I am now shadow to the pain of care,

Diminished in my spirit by my sting.
Judge not! Your clearest truth has died -
Hurt not! You pecked, and broke a tumbling wing:
Shame not! You spat, and God won't let you hide,

And all your hurting grief must spew up in a moan:
For now the recompense is paid in tears,
Now the prayer must soften her hard stone,
For I am isolated by my jeers,

And further, further, from my splendid home:
I cursed myself most, lost the right to roam.

4/3/00

Although I Seek

Although I seek, my shadow isn't there;
That shade that leads me does not spell my name
Or write on mountain walls that I must Dare !
Only, there is silence, and more the same,
Telling me a Nothing for my prayer.

I hasten on, impatient for life's game :
I hasten on, but hasten on nowhere -
In me there lives an ancient, flick'ring flame,
But where 'tis - how 'tis - soon is past all care.

Am I alone ? Will no one comfort me ?
Am I alone to fathom this despair ?
I yearn most for a simple destiny,

I yearn to slip this bitter tasting air.
Freedom, you troubling fiend, you're mine somewhere!
July 00

EACH DREAM I HAVE

Each dream I have would lead me on its way,
Taking me towards its simple light :
But I've seen dreams enough to know they say,
'It's not so easy: let hime learn to fight.

'Let him struggle as we stay well ahead,
Always beyond the next bend, never there:
Let him wake all gloomy in his dark bed,
Discovering the weight of his dream's care.

'Give him this hope now that he might hold
A little candle to his future life;
Tell him that brave effort and being bold
Will overcome dream's accompanied strife.'

Tell him yourself, I'm closing now my ears:
I'm staying here, I'm not touching dream's tears.
Nov. 2001

Child

Your lips have blessed my lips and touched my soul,
Your age has been a beauty without time -
In you I held a mirror to my goal
And danced within your love sublime.

Ah! If that sweetness now was touching me,
Ah! If all that's fine still shone out its fair light -
I'd wrap it warm and take where I could see
The moonbeams shining from your flight.

I held a love that would not let me leave,
I shaped a passion that would never die :
I cried, but now at last it's time to grieve,
For time must - time will - time will ever fly.

So hush, my child, I love you still, 'tis me:
Though age has called - in here, in here you're free.
20/3/00