My lover,
I praise thy flesh 
Thy beautiful flesh
Joined with mine in love-
Sweet love.

Watch, my lover,
For time will tell
When beauty ne'er endures.
So after beauty lost, I look
Above and pray.

True, my lover,
True, it is thy soul 
Thy soul, it will endure-
My love's sweet soul
Endure.

So, my lover,
I praise thy soul 
Thy shining soul
Joined with mine in love-
Sweet love.

Seeing

If you were born blind,
And you suddenly see
Would you know what you touch?
Is experience the key?
                                          
Did you accept, yesterday
Those things as real-
The things you could only
Hear or feel?
                                          
Are you surprised today
When you suddenly find
All those things unknown
That you missed being blind?

Do you know your best friend
Or the one that you love?
Can you tell me how high
The sky is up above?

Can you relate what was heard
To the things you now see?
Do you know before I speak
That the sound comes from me?

You're wrecking my science!
You're racking my brain!
If we all started over
Would we end up the same?
                                          
Are there too many that live 
In a cultural cave?
Does it help us to know
The way they behave?
                                          
Would we be twice as smart?
Would we be twice as keen?
Or will we always be lost 
To explain the unseen?
                                          
Does knowledge in this life
Mimic the next?
Or are we all like blind men,
Our reality vexed?

Melancholy Days

There are days when the world seems so small-
     So narrow and finite.
Then it becomes so big-
     So broad and fearful.
Days when God seems so closely distant
     And understanding teases and taunts.
These are cloudy, sunny days when the truth 
     Tiptoes upon the trees
Before the wind comes to dance with it.
     Such are these melancholy days 
Wherein lies the talent to run from an emotion 
     And still chase it 
To look through both ends of a telescope 
     At the same time.
And see everything, or nothing at all.
     Oh, these melancholy days 
When everything touched is so right and helpful
     Yet, so wrong and destructive.
Oh, to see the world in many colors
     And explain it as one.
Then when the world becomes one color,
     It may just as well be many.

in time

when 
the hummingbird
runs a feather
across my skin
when magnolias
bloom in my hands
then you
will know
my touch

when
sweat rolls
between my breast
to points unknown
when 
the dragonfly
lands in my wet hair
then you 
will know 
my kisses
when 
night winds
bring cloud
covered stars
when
i speak French
while standing
on a far west African shore
then you
will have
what you hunger for
but not until then

while out searching

hot longing days
golden savannas
dressed down
in midnight plum silks
i walk my lion

standing at dawn
on foreign shores
my feet bare
excerpt for gold and dust
i walk my lion

on nights like this
cold rains
endless thundering skies
with cloaks of solitude
keeping my soul warm
i walk my lion

when i reach for
my kaleidoscope of
stardust,honeydust
ecstasy and You
my lion roars.