Exile
In my solitary way, when words of love
I silently say, I smile and gaze
At memories of sweet embrace,
Glorious vision shaded,
Words on the breath faded—
Settled by the water’s cool
Fondness ushers in a rule.
To my incredulous surprise,
What do I recognize?
An ever-present treasure:
A friend I hold too dear—
As to a reflection in the pond
I am drawn near...
My life is now a hermit’s part,
With Love the beacon of my heart.
Above the whistling of the breeze
A box of music arriving for my needs
Alights with joy a gaze, a smile
That once reflectively beguiled,
Now, melodiously veracious—
With “Thank you, dear” starting,
Restraint echoes through the voice.
Well, Love reopens eyes,
Never again such sacrifice,
For heart and soul and mind parting!
Ask, “Who is the ruler of the heart?”
If love is true, it’s destined
According to Mind’s sacred plot,
Nothing else affords more earthly joy.
If such is our fate—why try to escape?
Why cause anguish by mistake?
Why remove so suddenly the good?
Why, the flirt hastens to his mood,
Is downcast—ah, worldy shared complaint,
Unavailing constraint!
Oh, blessed eyes serene beyond,
Seeing only the very best in man,
Which never is withdrawn
When love, holy beauty awakens at dawn.
Rev. July 15, 2020
In my solitary way, when words of love
I silently say, I smile and gaze
At memories of sweet embrace,
Glorious vision shaded,
Words on the breath faded—
Settled by the water’s cool
Fondness ushers in a rule.
To my incredulous surprise,
What do I recognize?
An ever-present treasure:
A friend I hold too dear—
As to a reflection in the pond
I am drawn near...
My life is now a hermit’s part,
With Love the beacon of my heart.
Above the whistling of the breeze
A box of music arriving for my needs
Alights with joy a gaze, a smile
That once reflectively beguiled,
Now, melodiously veracious—
With “Thank you, dear” starting,
Restraint echoes through the voice.
Well, Love reopens eyes,
Never again such sacrifice,
For heart and soul and mind parting!
Ask, “Who is the ruler of the heart?”
If love is true, it’s destined
According to Mind’s sacred plot,
Nothing else affords more earthly joy.
If such is our fate—why try to escape?
Why cause anguish by mistake?
Why remove so suddenly the good?
Why, the flirt hastens to his mood,
Is downcast—ah, worldy shared complaint,
Unavailing constraint!
Oh, blessed eyes serene beyond,
Seeing only the very best in man,
Which never is withdrawn
When love, holy beauty awakens at dawn.
Rev. July 15, 2020
