A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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The Hours

The hours.

Ours.
Tick-tocking,

Marking time.

A nervous tic

That betrays

A yearning

To hold

Discloses a fear

Too real to feel

And hides, the

Overwhelming soulfulness

That begs to be noticed;

And stills when

Love’s gaze settles.

Singularly. Warmly.

All-encompassing.

You’re home.

The hours, now,
Ours.
28 September, 2017

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Voices Spinning Webs

Night skies.
Diamond dotted darknesses.
Poignant, yet
Beautiful, holding
Brightnesses of infinitesimal joys.

Souls aching to meet
Reaching out through
Wispy strands of yearning…

Weaving, entwining
Arcing over synapses,
Bridging abysses of longing.

And the tingling.
O’ the tingling…
When a zinging thought
Meets, resonates.

In words, rusty…
Hidden too long. Unused voices.
Husky, hesitant.

Emotion does not hang heavy, here.
Instead, they anchor us.
Give us that scaffolding…
And our voices, from our hearts…

They build our world
Within our entwined hands.

Fragrant with wanting.

23 August, 2017

 


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Around You

How much of me
Would it take,
I wonder, at times,
To be around you?

Then I step back.
Slip out of my skin.
To look at me.
To look for you.

I’m there.
Minus me, of course.
Are you there?
That… faint shadow?

Your shadow – just there
Whetting my hopes
That today, just for this day
You will be more than that.

And then, when you call me out,
Ask, that I stay, be around,
I will, I will, spend my soul,
Just to be around you.

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10 August, 2017


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Of Quests and Crusades…

The Holy Grail of Love
Is what we’re told
To seek.

For absolution.

The ultimate
Soul-cleansing.
Back to completeness.
Love having filled
Empty spaces.

Well, you know
What they say
Of Holy Grails.

Of Quests,
That lead to Crusades.

Is it Holy?
Is it Love?
If you need to
Launch a Crusade?

You also begin to wonder…
How much is myth.
What is real!

At Life’s knee,
I heard this fable-
Read of it through
Words from those besotted.
Heard the whispered
Agonies and pleasures;
Tasted the flavours
From scented lips of lust.

And since then, have sought.
Have yearned. Longed.

Threw words to wind
Which might, in passing,
Fall on heeding ears;
Find a resonance
In some beating heart.

To have that word
Come back, with that heart. ❤

That’s how I knew
How I learnt.
My Holy Grail of Love.

Was I

Was I

To you.

Who caught that word
On the wind.

Caught it
Scented with
My yearning…

That fragrance
Behind my ear…

You say.

This moment.
As you hold me close
And we sip

From that sacred chalice.

Of each other’s soul.

25 to 27 July, 2017