August 2, 2020

I thought I was a heartstring 

waiting to be plucked

I let myself carry melodies that were not of my design

I courted each musician, attracting them to my instrument

so of course, I got played

I didn't know what I  needed, I didn't know 

that real love was not finding another to craft his song with my soul

though innocent as my desires were

So when I heard another heart playing his own song

I tried my hand and set my own heart to tune

Love is not the binding of master to his craft

is is the instrument learning to play itself

it is the writing of your own masterpiece

joined by another original soul in harmony

both dancing all the while

https://wateringmysoulgarden.blogspot.com/2017/08/sometime-in-june-2017.html

River Stone

August 1, 2020

My father was a river stone

Embedded in its place

Not strong enough to step on

No arms made to embrace

He never learned to forgive the roar

of the water overhead

And lest I drown by his resentment

My heart for him is dead

The Negotiator

August 1, 2020

No negotiations 

You are mine, all my own

I refuse to relent for a moment's breath

for you are a treasure of the world, and have chosen me

I, the beggar

I, the fool

who can only grasp at the hem of your beauty

now the taste of such love has decimated me

and I can not give you up

When the breeze sends you chasing down a path off your way

I will be the sticking thistle embedded in your coat, unpluckable

I will be the stones under your feet

springing up to meet your step and liven you on your journey

while you seek the reflection of the stars in your eyes

and when others come, 

which they will,

to turn your head and catch the flower of your name

I will twirl you in my embrace until the world blurs

until there is none else but our spinning laughter

bouncing from one another's face

while our hot breath mingles like a kiss

I will paint my skin red and gold and walk proudly in the street

declaring how ardently my heart sings for yours

and knows no other song

only longing for You

I will meet the world, burning eye to eye and strength of limb

defying what is past, to demand my future:

That you are mine forever, 

my soul bound to yours

No negotiations.

Moon Beam

August 1, 2020

My darling is a moon beam

Dancing on the trees

Shining soft and lovely

Oh, let me be the leaves 

August 1, 2020

My love you are so tender

For so long you have been tough

Your world was always an ender

and now I say, enough

Lay gently to my bosom

Rest safe within my care

Release your pains, and all fears with them

I will make all right and fair

For you are the sweetest meadow

Your voice is summer rain

If you fall back into your shadows

I will love you out again