Guest guest Posted May 7, 2001 Report Share Posted May 7, 2001 dear friends....a little over a week ago i thought (foolish conceptualizing mad dog that i am) that i had written everything i had to write for a while....surprized by joy i find that the Beloved is revealed in the aspect of my beloved Mira once again and has plunged me to deeper depths and called me to higher heights....^^~~~~~ further up and further white wolfe p.s. both the Brahm's (Thrid Movment) or Rachmaninoff (Second Movement) Second Piano Concerti are part of the inspiration behind this poem.... a noble prince on a silver horse sharttered shards, shifting scree, scattered sands your eyes have brought anodine tears of penitence to my blinded, blurry and blankly staring eyes eyes scratched and pierced by sharp pinnacles my visions of bright tomorrows broken into ten times ten thousand shimmering fragments your love has washed away the brine and slime lust vainly indulged to appease but never satisfy the immortal longings of my hot and sensual flesh shifting scree, scattered sands, shattered shards your hands are the hands of my queen and healer you have taken my hands broken by my silly pride granite decomposed to coarse gravel by sins committed justified chicanery of overwrought too eager thoughts a coyote mind duped by its tricksy twisting contortions serpentine thoughts slithering down the mountainside clenching deep, dark valleys of compressed suffering guilt shifting, piling, hiding, concealing shifltless guilt scattered sands, shattered shards, shifting scree, your ripe lips are those of a goddess plump and sweet the lips of one who sips delicately on divine cabernet your whet kisses flood my parched and barren heart bring the aeons of famine and self denial to an end your nectar has trickled gently into the deep desert settling the sands burnt to dust and ashes by my raging flooded my scorched, barren passion with an endless river sweetwater washing ancient scars, icy grief with endless love shattered shards, shifting scree, scattered sands your love has gathered all of these broken things your love has resurrected them into a proud prince you have placed your noble warrior on a shining stallion you have called him by his once and always true name shattered shards into a shining mountain of truth and beauty, shifting scree into a proud prince and noble warrior with a clear vision, scattered sands into a shimmering silver steed of holy fire and divine love I rise a shining mountain, I stand a proud prince, I mount a noble warrior, I ride a sterling stallion. I ride for you. To you I come my beloved! My beloved I come to you! I ride just for you! I come! I ride! I come! mark christopher valentine (may 7, 2001) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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