poem: beneath the apple tree

beneath the dappled beams of sun

that fall between the leaves of that old apple tree,

from which you picked forbidden fruit when young –

and kisses too, for love is bold

where lovers think that they must slip out silently –

you stand now a sturdy man for me to see

 

your frame fleshed out by lovers hands,

and tempered by the scars of grief, when rage stole more

than your belief, tho’ that too was undone;

the apples on that tree, still grow so sweet beneath the sun

no rage could sour that love that carries on.

 

and though you haven’t climbed the tree,

in all the years since he was gone –

those broughs are made more sturdy,

by those same years – soft blossom on the tips of those old boughs,

still bloom like tears;

and heralds fruit plucked by those with faith,

to reach for love made sweeter by the wait.

 

 

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Poem: light to mine eye

through all of the storms that have tossed me to sea;

through fog, smog and hurricane,

and windswept cold quays –

this one thing I’ve known, I’ve known long to be true

these eyes that God gave me,

he gave me for you

through days of warm sunshine and whispers of truth

kissing the skin of the apple that youth,

long plucked from the top of God’s tree;

but that which is love is also

so wise – and love gave me eyes to see,

the youth at the top of his tree;

for though long the journey, ’tis not been unknown

and sorrow not stifles this constant heart grown,

for  hearts never hidden cannot be disguised –

and fear did not paint those starry bright skies;

tis true and cannot be denied

thank you God, for giving me eyes.

 

Poem: returning, unleaving

betwixt and between –

that is where I have been,

between the always returning

and the heart that anchored

as it cleaved;

 

love

oh love, have i always known you thus?

let it be, let it be

in this heart that bobs along the crest of

coming back, and yet

it never leaves;

oh please, let it be still and calm between

those sturdy lovers arms

again.

Poem: I Dare

 

When I dare believe that love

Can also be received – or

daring more, can be held and without chains

will not let go;

Or when that reassurance

That with patience doth restore us,

Tender reaches with swift might,

Then all is right, I do not doubt;

And feel do I your arms around me,

once again – and love that binds me

grows the limbs that guard

this sacred, solid ground.

For though so often I am lost

More often still that I am found,

And cherished more for having lost

Yet never losing loves sweet sound.

 

 

Poem: Celestial Navigation

When in moments, or in minutes, or in hours

When the safe shore of day, that you are home

Seems still so very far away;

When the waiting ache laps against my soul, and seeks

to trouble me with tears forever more

my poets soul reaches for thee;

That by some magic of poor words we might feel,

Closer to that day when we reach

That safe and happy shore.

 

Poem: Which Alters Not

Because of love

I long to see the day your heart

will claim again

the sacred beat of precious life

you did not chase away;

And live all you once dreamed to live

but chose instead to hide beneath

the wrong belief

that you were not fit for

such sacred duty.

Because God gave eyes to love

to see the treacherous lie

that wove in you the wrongly held belief,

and faith to see what lay beneath

and hope to see the day of your

longed for liberation.

No tempest rude or stormy tantrum,

no wound still healing from the battle,

can break the ground

or loose the mighty firm foundations

of a love, of such a love

born of generations.

And so my dearest darling,

whenever comes the day that the chains

that bind you up, break apart

fly away

It will be the day I saw in you

so very long ago

I’ll always love you

Never doubt you

truly then

truly still.

Poem: To Simply Love

To love you

To simply love you

To rest my hand upon your cheek

Tender with all the love you seek;

To love you

To simply love you

Not to argue if you are worth it

But to pour upon you all the love you’re worth;

Conflicted, my dearest darling

Feeling unworthy of the work you are called for

Knowing all the joy that it would bring too

Knowing all the love it would bring you;

Oh but to love you

To simply love you

And rest my kiss upon your cheek,

Tender, with all the love you seek..