A New Dance

See "Now and Then". This is the answer.

the kiss

. . . . . and for a moment

our eyes fix in frozen gaze,

then my trembling hand reaches out

to caress your cheek with a clumsy graze.

Fingertips trace the curves of your mouth

as captured breath is set out

to thaw the frozen fear that questions

this strange and bold situation.

 

. . . . . as if I were holding the golden sun

in the palms of my hands,

my fingers entwine the golden rays

that swirl ‘round your neck and ears.

. . . . . and like two stars on a collision course

I urge you near, though it’s not a cataclysm that occurs

as your lips touch mine and my mouth finds yours.

Twin suns are formed in a spiral spin

exchanging energy again and again.

Someday they may pull closer;

in heat and destruction implode,

or burst into a sphere of burning singularity,

until now, unknown.

L’amour Courtois

Though I have not a life of ease,

status of a treasure,

I offer you much more than these . . .

without weight or measure.

Your troubadour’s on bended knee

pledging you a true love.

It comes not from the one you see

but from the stars above.

Of which I speak, I freely give,

would that you believe it.

It is my prayer, and why I live:

that you would receive it.

I implore you, as for your part,

no more will I require,

If there’s a spark within your heart,

you’ll let me flame the fire.

 

The Troubadours had a concept of Love,

"Courtly Love" which included dedication

to a woman at "Court" which may or

necessarily may not result in physical

expression.

The Gamble

As the years went by and we played our game,

We both felt so sure things would stay the same.

But then something changed; though I don’t know when.

We can never be what we were back then.

I had stacked the deck with my delusion,

Folded my hands through my confusion.

But now I can see she means more to me

Than can ever be through complexity.

She may think I’m mad, at least unstable,

But I’ll lay my cards out on the table.

Then . . .

When I’ve played my hand and this deal is done,

Will I discover if I’ve lost or won?

Perhaps such a love should not be

expressed in words as well.

The Parting

How will I know you when I see you again?

When our eyes meet that first time

Will our souls both remember

Or must we start all over again?

This life was so special; you’ve given so much,

Will I repay you with a handshake

Or a gentle, knowing touch?

We’ve shared love together

You remain in my heart.

I can’t imagine we could ever be forever apart.

But for now I’ll not see you or feel your embrace

And I wonder about that moment,

Try to picture the place when we meet face to face

To share time once again as we journey

through space.

Blue-green

Spring has returned, but you’re not here

The leaves and blossoms seem a mere shadow

Of the promises they used to foretell.

The grasses are green; life goes on, I know so well.

The frail dogwood bursts forth in heavenly white,

To reveal its inner strength.

And soon the peonies will speak of memories

Too strong for words.

Yes, spring brings its warmth but lacks the thrill.

And as the years come and go I wonder if I ever will

See springtime return and not help but show

That it’s not quite the same

Since you’re not here.