Two Poems by Michael Wear
REVISION
The Vision ...
Like a torn sky,
Rent By the Claw of Discrimination,
Or Analytic Fang to Rip
The Space before Us ...
Our seeking to Behold The Face,
Which lies Beyond the Thought,
Or touch the Quivering Flesh,
Which lies Beyond the Form ...
With blindly woven Webs of Love,
We seek to bridge the Mystic Gap,
Of the Unborn Deep ...
And reach the other side
Of our Mortality ...
Where Sorrow presses her
Thorny crown upon Our brow,
And yet We Bleed ...
But Memories and Dreams,
And Cease Not Striving.
SHEBREEZE
She touches me just so,
The Wind is my Lover ...
Her fingers in my hair,
On arms and body and soul.
With all my defects She,
Embraces me as I am.
The Wind is my Lover,
Her scent Intoxicating ...
Of pine and flowers with
Exotic fragrance she fills my head.
The Wind is my Lover ...
Coy and playful she hides,
Behind the trees and rushes
Upon me with Delight…
To shake my Body with Passion.
The Wind is my Lover ...
Never too close and not too far,
She comes to me day and night,
Only to whisper in my ear,
You are never alone my dear.
The Wind is my Lover ...
She breathes me and I breathe Her,
And in this moonlight glow ...
She touches me just so.
The Vision ...
Like a torn sky,
Rent By the Claw of Discrimination,
Or Analytic Fang to Rip
The Space before Us ...
Our seeking to Behold The Face,
Which lies Beyond the Thought,
Or touch the Quivering Flesh,
Which lies Beyond the Form ...
With blindly woven Webs of Love,
We seek to bridge the Mystic Gap,
Of the Unborn Deep ...
And reach the other side
Of our Mortality ...
Where Sorrow presses her
Thorny crown upon Our brow,
And yet We Bleed ...
But Memories and Dreams,
And Cease Not Striving.
SHEBREEZE
She touches me just so,
The Wind is my Lover ...
Her fingers in my hair,
On arms and body and soul.
With all my defects She,
Embraces me as I am.
The Wind is my Lover,
Her scent Intoxicating ...
Of pine and flowers with
Exotic fragrance she fills my head.
The Wind is my Lover ...
Coy and playful she hides,
Behind the trees and rushes
Upon me with Delight…
To shake my Body with Passion.
The Wind is my Lover ...
Never too close and not too far,
She comes to me day and night,
Only to whisper in my ear,
You are never alone my dear.
The Wind is my Lover ...
She breathes me and I breathe Her,
And in this moonlight glow ...
She touches me just so.