I so wanted to give you all the stars in the deep night sky Those stars God’s already given you
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On a lark found myself in that dark secret restaurant no one goes to I’ll take the soup of the day my vain attempt to avoid extravagance And desert to say farewell to another lovely person Yes, I would like fresh ground pepper to give the soup some kick “’O sole mio” belting out into the well–appointed empty room Spinach–lobster soup Hearty and delicate Plenty of bread with which to dip And something in its craftsmanship Some hidden source of quality Slows me I shift gears Look upon the playing of traffic lights refracting through the beveled glass Lose myself gazing at the Christmas light–encircled tree And savor Dip, dip, dip Savor Reflect Gaze Dip Spoon A bit of lightheadedness some garrulous fullness overtakes me This happens on rare occasions unexpectedly in exotic places That restaurant in Quebec when I became giddy I try to talk to the waiter as he is about to remove my bowl Three times I work my mouth before I get the words out Chocolate sauce for the vanilla pudding with raspberries? They accommodate me with a delicate dribble of chocolate syrup over raspberry sauce atop a ridiculously small mound of pudding and four raspberries Still overcome by the soup I wait Allowing more minutes and traffic to pass till I gently approach the plate I carve out one small sliver and Bomb out in its astonishing taste So, time stands still nibble by nibble Each spoonful an era Regaling in the comradery of each wafting aria And cherish every bit What are those sparkling specks? Perhaps some pixie dust laced in it Now, making it a stranger place, My lips start tingling ten seconds after each taste Is this what life is So jam–packed with goodness that each tiny sliver is a world of foolishness? The timeless moment drags on Confound it; I can’t finish this song I’m too full — Not another bite — Please wrap it up and goodnightBellissimo
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He struggled with himself Madly wrestling the angel of death Crazy and lightheaded with exhaustion With resentful glare He stood back and lowered his arms Prone The other stood calmly proud Defenses throbbing away in echoes There was never an intent to harm In this respite: “Man, I don’t want to fight you — What are we doing?”Exhausted Peace
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Those items that fit me well touch my soul Some spirit of serendipity saw to it and allowed our meeting Perhaps in my loving it too much, too long I wear it bare Unwilling to part with it I take it to that little local shop or take a needle to it with my novice hand That once foreign object of love Now broken–in transfigures into something sturdier than when we begin Those insightful adjustments second nature after so much shared trail weave into the mending Now on our second honeymoon We find ourselves wholly together
In Praise of Mended Things
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God, I thank thee such passionate and sensitive artists could express themselves so powerfully enough to gather together in so suitable a house your creatures; my privilege to witness and breathe in
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You know Gazing into your smile I have nothing to offer you Except the overwhelming gushing of appreciation for you, flame You introduced me to life then Playing in the snow Rather than shoveling it
Snow Smile
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Beam resting upon my eyelashes
Comfort in the darkness
How many thoughts did I dance with
Until I saw you
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Presence-burning flameMeditation Song
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I dreamt I had such wonderful dreams for you Here is a final dream for you, suddenly You dream your own dreams
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So, the forest fairies embraced her elbows led her to the enchanted stream baptized her in cool water down down down With held breath, stammering, she watched the color of her hair flow into the river the blush of her checks flow into the river the ruby of her lips flow into the river freckles, one by one by one the glow of her skin flow into the river Crystalline, transparent, she became one with the river Invisible flowing wings pushed her flying breaking the surface Her body jumped back onto her and she recovered in her nymphs’ arms SisterInitiation
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In my desire to embrace the world, embrace for love, for safety, no, not for love — so chilling, for safety, I conceive the world determinable, employ science and social contracts, morals and power, all for my well–intentioned designs Do not go coming around bringing up the ghost of love to haunt my bones, to turn my castles in the air to dust. I’d have to give up everything science cannot calculate, contracts cannot account for, morals cannot heed, power cannot glory in its deeds, only that I may look in your eyes and know you the factory belts overflow untended the stocks: lost opportunities my work hours fly by just to gaze at you my research and masterpieces ring hollow and it is so important to do Bah! you, tormenting me to look upon you I howl, shiver like a child in my toddler shoes With what crazy faith you do tempt me to my insanity, Oh God, oh God, boohoo