These Footprints We Leave Behind

[Guest guest]

We have been Lovers far too long,

We are so close there is no room

And now this empty room is closing in...

We are smoke-coloured birds, silent, long-legged

As large as life, somehow we have learned flight

Somehow we have found one another,

And somehow it is perfect and right.

 

This passion of our dark flowers speak our names,

As they open,

As they open,

As they must open,

Blossoming in the sound of our divine madness,

Of mystics and fools

Of poems and poets,

Or Jesus and Magdalene

Having trudged along a narrow and sacred forest Path

We stand on the edge of a narrow precipice,

A cold wind blows through us.

 

I am quite ready to fall,

Just so

Just because

This awe and grace can bind me

Once again

To my own echo, my longing,

My ache of too much tenderness,

Enduring a sweeter agony,

To feel what being Human is,

Adoring You,

I am both cursed and blessed in what

I have come to know as

Your only gift...

An uncut jewel,

 

My Solitary life.

 

 

 

 

Ana

 

7/18/06