Curves, a poem…

Listen, Love

Someday, a bright red pain
A red unlike any you’ve worn
May come searing through your heart
And sit inside you
Stunning the senses
Replacing your freedom to be.

I hope not, but I do, but I hope not
But that day
No matter what fairytales I tell you
I won’t be able to hush it away
Like I did your bruises and tears
The fevers and fogs all these years.

So, you need to know
I’ll be right outside the door
That we both shall build between us:
You, to be alone with your self
Me, to push you to it
And wait.

Learning has curves for a reason, my love
Once, we learn to let go for our own sake
Then, spiralling up, for the other’s.
So we’re freed, spiral by spiral
Alone but together, together but alone.

Disguise, a poem…

Woman Discovering Nature (Kahlil Gibran)

Sometimes you come to me
Disguised as a friend, a stranger
A student sometimes
And, sitting low below me
You ask me, ardently, to sing…
Enamored by your asking, then
Yet, slowly and hesitantly, like
A hatchling tiptoeing to the edge of a cliff
Warmed by the sun that also seems to be below
I sing my blurry-eyed song
Just a newborn, raw call across the immense valley
That I don’t yet know how to cross…
But you break into rapture
You dance on the words
And hold close my broken notes
As if they were stars of the rarest sky
And – as if they came from me –
When, I know, it is all you…
Even the wind
Even the wings
Even the valley
Even the song.
Tell me, my Master
Isn’t this how you ease me
Out of the frail safety of my nest?
Don’t you make me a hawk
And, you, the sky I pour myself into
So I may learn from your open arms
That joy has two sides:
One, a giver, two, a receiver…?
The world holds higher the giver
The singer, the poet, the painter, but
If there weren’t always the receptacle
The unconditional, bottomless heart
There would be no homecoming
No tears of joy…
Would there?
And when our exchange is done for the night
And sleep closes all outward doors
I forget all this grand knowing, except:
How much you love me
That you meet me everywhere, inside everything.
This is the gift you wanted me to find
Hidden in your disguise
Isn’t it?