[Beginning of an ongoing work in progress to gather the detritus from lost notebooks and journals which I used along the way as receptacles for verbal impressions of my journey. The exercise in entirety begins somewhere in the early 1970s and, by starts and stops, reaches to the present]
Maria From Afar
I see you walk away,
And know I’m still outside.
I hope I’m not too old
Before I love again.
I can’t wait till then —
Or for you.
Haiku
There are lonely men
And their sad path is the way
Of desperation
To the Next Woman Loved
My thumb touches a nipple
Your smile stretches ear to ear
You pretend to listen to me.
But you’re somewhere else...
The expression on your face
Doesn’t distract from your eyes afire;
They burn through my background noise;
Begging me to hold you —
And be silent awhile.
Not My Turn
You whisper the haunting song of a dove
Speaking things I should not hear
Through disguise of background crowd noise.
But I do.
You speak breathless hush of enthrallment
For a man that you desire:
His eyes clutching your soul;
His face so much your twin;
His body melted in you
Between earth and firmament;
The Earth in you and him.
While your heart song pours forth
I feel hope fade;
Eclipsed with jealousy...
My realization — against all desire —
I’m not the fire in you.
You praise your distant god unknown
Panting, dizzy, breathless, fainting.
I sit unseen alone beside you
Where will you be when the baby arrives
She asked.
I knew she killed the child
While I slept.
There it stands, a chair:
Unrelenting tragedy.
It can’t sit like me.
Song for the Soul Mate
I
This song’s about a secret love
That now I can't conceal
Precious inner love revealed;
Poured forth; and all renewing.
Instant in occurrence
When first my soul felt
Love within the Lovely
Gazing into me.
Not myself but love with me
Bliss so real again
Alive to live a dream
With her my love so lovely
In love too pure to be named sin.
Roses like you against a night sky;
Aglow within the darkness
That never touches; never darkens;
never comprehends you.

Such a beauty there encompassed
Such a dream unfolding
Treasure limitless contained
In what our hearts are holding.
II
There’s virtue in not knowing.
There’s blessing in ignorance.
Blessings are bliss.
Her mystery is a gift.
She knows she is the treasure.
And that I highly treasure her gift.
About a friend in need
This song was meant to be
For hope of love indeed
This song was meant to be
About love forevermore
This song was meant to be
The promise of hope in store
This song was meant to be
For what is now no more
This song was meant to be
The tale of falling apart
This song was meant to be
Of anguish in the heart
This song was meant to be
This song was meant to be
This song was meant to be
This song was meant to be
I loved you more and more each day
Now lost to me and far away
And you know
I never wanted you to go
There’s tendency that’s truly sad
At work making good things bad
And you know
I never wanted you to go
I always was in love with you;
But — always free — you up and flew
And you know
I never wanted you to go
My mistake was to confess my love
But I can’t hide all I’m thinking of
And you know
I never wanted you to go
Through time and distance can't you see
Together we knew tranquility
And you know
I never wanted you to go
Come back come back come back to me
There’s much for us that’s yet to be
And you know
I’ll never ever let you go.
Pure heart
Godsend

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