To Lady Recherche's
The Razor's Edge
The
Razor's Edge
by
Kelly Kirkpatrick
Too
great the price, too dear the cost exacted from the soul
that
offered you a paradise in which to render whole
our
hearts into which God breathed life, yet both of which lay spent,
until
at last we each unto the other's arms were sent.
My
trust, my dreams, my hopes and fears ~ all offered up at last,
through
a blinding veil of tears well woven by the past.
My
longing heart, exposed and raw, its quivering beat yet true,
naked
and revealing all; my passion born anew.
Our
souls were fused and from the dirge of what had been our lives,
a
sacred union pure emerged ~ blessed even in God's eyes.
I
felt your touch caress my mind ~ your spirit touch my soul...
surrendered
all to you in turn, relinquishing control.
I
spoke to you in reverent tones and whispered secret words
meant
for you and you alone and only by you heard....
"Partake
of me ~ consume my all ~ inhale my essence deep;
I
hear your voice and heed your call ~ and in your arms I'll sleep.
My
love, my heart, my life, my will ~ to keep safe and to cherish...
as
I, in turn, in you instill a love that shall not perish."
What
part of me was left to give and not already yours?
What
reason would I have to live beyond when love endures?
With
you I shared my secrets deep, no shameful moment spared...
to
each you promised treasured keep, and in my heart prepared
a
room for which the only key is that which you possess...
a
place where all that's part of me found utter happiness.
And
when its threshold I had crossed, there could be no retreat...
for
there is where I'm in you lost ~ and only there complete.
Such
surrender, whole and sure, transforms and leaves its mark ~
a
searing, branded scar left deep upon the human heart.
What
did you know both then and now ~ what secret did you keep?
What
woke in you this guilt avowed and keeps it from its sleep?
What
darkened doorway haunts your soul and from mine cruelly beckons,
leaving
in my life a hole with which no force may reckon?
Lures
you from me whilst I lie upon the razored edge...
the
knife by which our love may die, impaled on empty pledge?
Balanced
there, afraid to breathe, and waiting for the fall ~
certain
at the time you leave its blade will sever all.
Unmask
the whore who love would jilt and leave within her wake
progeny
of shame and guilt and unrelenting ache.
Show
me her distorted face; her sick, decaying heart ~
give
her unto God's embrace and let His healing start.
I
gave to you my Gift, my One, and thought it given well...
for
even when the earth is done and evil doomed to hell
the
love we knew ~ the passion shared ~ the merging of our souls...
I
thought in you would e'er live on, all time denied its toll.
If
in the giving I have erred, so was it meant to be ~
by
loving we are not impaired ~ instead it sets us free.
No
power in hell ~ no force on earth ~ shall bring me to my knees,
mewling
that I loved and fell my anguish to appease.
If
this pain is my price to pay ~ my trust discarded, lost...
let
it not you, too, betray ~ and suffer you the cost.
The
force enticing you away to hide in its cocoon
is
naught but Satan's hands at play ~ a poisoned, deadly womb.
For
nothing better suits his needs than driving to the ledge
righteous
men who've shunned his creed and touched the razored edge
of
Satan's sword, honed true and sharp by doubt, deceit, and hate...
succumb
not to beguiling harps that consciences abate.
That
of your soul, this price so steep ~ your honor and your ilk,
severed
and the heart gashed deep as razor's edge on silk.
Walk
instead toward what is real ~ follow true the Light...
your
wounds its fire to sear and seal and guide you through the night.
Permit
its peace and flawless truth to save you from the ledge...
allow
its warmth and bloom of youth to dull the razor's edge.
Reach
for what is right and good ~ let no force stay your hand
shun
he who hates and surely would find joy in killing man.
Let
the Light illuminate your shadows dark and deep ~
God
the only magistrate to judge the heart you keep.
For
I have seen that wondrous heart and held it to my own...
and
I knew from the very start that in it is my home.
Page
& Poem dedicated to all who view it through their own veil of
tears....
Lady
Recherche ~ June 12, 2001
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Lady
Recherche ~ July 12, 2001