| Fear
My void is infinite This moat… This fortress… These walls… I could give you my all; Fear! What have you awakened? Deep within my dungeon it stirs You can have it Could you tame it? I could fall deep, deep within you… Don’t run… I need this Your support Your passion Your love I have so much to give No bruises would you leave? I welcome this vulnerability Fear! I have so much to learn Are you willing to teach? Fear! Willow 2002 |
| Pain of Love
When love beckons to you Follow her… Though her ways are hard and steep. And when her wings unfold You yield to her, Though her sword hidden in her pinions May wound you… For even as Love crowns you So shall she crucify you… Even as she is for your growth So shall she prune you… All these things Love shall do unto you That you may know the secrets of your soul. And in that knowledge Become a fragment of Life’s heart. But if in your fear you would seek Only Love’s peace Only Love’s pleasure Then it is better for you To cover your nakedness And pass out of Love’s presence – Into the seasonless world Where you shall laugh, But not all your laughter… And weep, But not all your tears. Willow 2002 |
| Come, dance with me
Winds will guide us Spinning Flying Soaring! Where shall we go today? Smiling; so much inspiration! Dew glistening Bright laughter! Skipping Jumping Pure white joy!! Willow 2002 |
| Pink swirling masses
Rising Falling Each new breath… Can you feel it? Will you allow it to engulf you? What have you stirred within me? Just to have you near Your laughter singing in my head Is just pleasure enough! Willow 2002 |
| Memories
Seas of emeralds shine fire bright Glistens velvety towards me Wind chimes singing Coursing through my head Your laughter ever ringing. Cotton soft you touch my soul Air beckons to fill me Breathing in the powder Fresh like morning dew Aromas of you stain my senses. Breeze brushes Tingles my skin Feather like glances From you fingertips Screaming for more Skin melting to your touch Surrounding me Reminding me Everywhere I see you Yet gone from my sight. Rivers run wild Streams chanting Memories of you sear my heart. Willow 2002 |
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