This Destiny.

When I woke up this morning,
You were beside me.
My eye opened into the brown of yours,
You were all I could see.

You moved your finger on my body,
I blinked and my lips parted,
You eyes smiled and the answer
My flesh gave was whole hearted.

Memory is to be treasured,
Though moments waste like flowers,
And in the mind’s eye,
There are no weeks, days or hours.

The thought of losing you,
Is bountiful with grief,
Destiny always robs me,
I cannot catch the thief,

But as I said, memory
Of this touch, this kiss,
Cannot be stolen by time’s destiny –
It is too strong for this.

Now I am thankful
That you choose me,
Thankful for your eye, your touch,
And this destiny.

29th September

I Walked Into the Night…

I walked into the night and saw the moon,
It was round today. Completely round.
From somewhere, appeared a mournful tune:
Telling me that saddened loss has been found.

Its light permeated the starless sky:
It seemed a monolith … and seemed alone …
Its size could not its loneliness belie,
And its light, sprinkling, meted out its moan.

It had blemishes, as is Beauty’s wont,
Each had a story of its own to tell;
Eternal past came before each to taunt
About a lost future and present hell.

And what did its face, turned to the world, see?
A bed of hope in oceans of mem’ry.

There Was a Flower…

There was a flower in a scented garden,
It gleamed as it lay hanging from a tree,
It waved in the breeze with perfume laden,
And beckoned, softly, nodding toward me.
I reached out my hand, but just fingertip
Brushed it fleetingly, and, oh, its softness
Was much like the kiss of an infant lip,
While its one-eyed stare was all loneliness.
I waited for him to come and help me,
Waited for him to lend a stronger hand,
Waited for him to set the blossom free,
And I waited for him to understand.
But my wait stretched to an eternity,
And the flower died in its wait for me.