She said, "Are you hungry?"

He responded, "No, are you?"

"Just a bit", came the reply..a gentle whisper of a suggestion more than anything.

"Then I will catch you a fish for your supper..and we will dine together under the stars, beside the fire..in the light of the Moon, and it will please the Lord if it is pleasant to you."

She took his hand in hers and kissed it. A tear fell from her eye to meet one of his own among the verdant blades below.

And so he took his kit and he rigged it up and began to angle as if his life depended on it, for it did. And though he wasn't hungry..he was starving; without a growl to his belly, nor thoughts of food on his tongue.

Thus it was that he was driven to ply his skills throughout the late afternoon hours until 3 were bagged there. Fare enough to feed a princess and a grateful servant-prince.

The River's blessings rarely failed to come swiftly downstream.

"I am here, dear heart", he called to her, when the distance between them would first allow it. Had he been gone long? Would he go again? "All for you dear queen", he thought, then ran to see her there.

And the fire was lit and the time came to prepare the food..but he'd thought about it and knew his duty too. So he took the fish to a spot away, to prepare it there. To hide from her sight what God would not place before her, an ugliness that might harm the Timeless Child. He would shield her, serve her. This was his call.

"They are ready", he sighed in her ear as they fried..and there were moments I won't here describe. These windswept lovers, behind tall flames and gray smoke met on some other plane.
The smell of their dinner awoke them; his hand falling from her face..he prepared them.

"Your supper, darling", he bowed.

"Oh, you sweet man", she smiled and cried.

And they fell into each other's arms again for another time, while the cool breeze of nighttime dropped softly as mother's kiss upon their foreheads.

"Is it enough, my love?"

"It always was."

"Then it is pleasant to God and so me."

With great loves, there is a connection that allows mere words to suffice. Rare, but also undeniably nice.

When the fish were ready and the Moon had risen to the stranded heather height of dusk's daydream; the couple (well fed) drank of love between bites of their supper.

The End

Baby

I love you.


Under a cool jeweled moon
two hearts know
finally know
finally feel
unneeded words that failed
to fill
a lifetime of wandering
and waiting

And could Stars be wrong
compassing,
forming,
birthing
radiating heavenly light
as tender and innocent
as the gravitational tides
that converged
their existence.

Lying with you
on early spring’s
dormant pressed grass
the wind caressed our skin
We became the wind
Passing clouds kissed
swaying treetops~
the clouds became the trees,
the trees became the clouds,

we became the window to God


We were the sky,
the curious, peeking sun
We were the birds
gently present chirps
sounding
eternal symphony
to rememberance

How could not
such blessed sacrament
but pulse a gift of love
that moved
a world of sighs to smile
a gentle hope
rightening the flow
that had forever whispered
its ancient embracing promise
almost forgotten.

'Twere not forgotten, love
But kept safe within the confines
Of a heart as yet unmet
And God alone knows why
The wait was long
Insistent longing ache
But if nature does not respond to pressure
Tell me heart
Who could've rushed its pace?

Here now
In the glen
Beyond the meadow
Where crepuscular rays
Break through the virgin pine
There are eyes watching you
Only a dance and chase away
From where the grass breaks
And begs to be trampled.

daf

I lifted my guitar
To find your lips pressed there
Among the squandered ash
Forgotten drags
Backdropped in conversation
And in the spent and mashed
A splash of color stood sacred
..tulips.

there goes the face
I ache to see
arms long to hold me
yours are so heavenly
a fairy tale
that a daydream told me
once
in a budding Spring bloom
whispers from a mem'ry
when you illuminate the room

As you walk away
(or to your next destination as it were)
with your hair
swaying left to right
like a gossamer clock pendulum
I wonder if maybe
There is some mesmerizing hypnosis
Built into the female condition

I wonder also if perhaps
for those very few of you
whose credentials announce a lady
there exists an internal timing;
nature's own clockwork siren song
causing hips to rock
and hair to swing
to the rhythm
of an otherwise placid beast
that is brought to rise
from the depths of me
by oscillations
most distinctly feminine
in their choreography

I see your sway
and is it any wonder
that I long to dance?

You said, one day
"I'm afraid
that you'll grow tired
of me."
And though my response was honest
it was not complete
because I also grinned at myself
a smile greeted our shared insecurity
I leapt high, down below
to know that
your fears are unfounded

Perhaps that means mine are too

For that day
(which must never arrive)
would convene a Grand Jury
bringing charges to bear against me
for reckless loving
and High Crimes of the heart.

Who are these stoic women
gently bearing the burden
that brings us through
our darkest days?

What race spawned these
warrior winds
with hearts that carry on
while our grief
aids the struggle?

Who sent to us
these lovely beings
and how do they so remain?

If you couldn't find your shirt
this morning
it's because I've hidden it away
along with your
slacks, socks, pants
and other articles
(which I won't here mention)

I'm holding them for ransom;
as a keepsake
of an April night together
warm caress and sultry moon
when there was no goal
but a taste or better
when the fabric hit the floor
to be hidden away
for remembrance
until a fresher set
replaces them.

Darling Lisa,

Hey sun shine,
your name's
been on my lips forever
Sing for me
and do you mind
if we should sing together?

I never knew
the sound of a lullaby
until I heard you singing
A note or two
into the melody
and my heart was ringing

Baby,
your voice
is the sound
of my own fast beating heart
Another word or two
until you break my heart
And my heart's still beating, beating

Make a wish
And I will try my best
To help you see it
Sing your song
So to my loving
I can't quite believe it

Were there ever two
who sang a tune
So beautifully together?
Could it be that you
might be the music
that goes on forever?

Baby,
your voice
is the sound
of my own fast beating heart
Another word or two
until you hit the mark
And my heart is beating, beating..baby
Your voice
is the sound
of my own fast beating heart
Another word or two
until you break my heart
and my heart's still beating, beating

Yea my heart's still beating, beating

My heart's still beating.

Love,

daf

It isn't right
you know
that you woke up
so close to the ground.

It isn't what
the gods would see
if there were gods
at all.

They'd raise you up
tall and proud
to inflated heights,
present to the All
your regal state;
placing kisses
upon your grace
and upon your eyelids
when you wake.

Missed the last moments
of your face
as they backed down the drive
this morning

And if God forbid
the day should deem
you not return to me
I will continue to regret
that fatal distraction

Having failed
to cherish you enough
I will not try to stop
the night's relentless cold
consequence.

An enchanting face
in my dreams these days
is singular and composed
of hopeful days
tender wishes
blessed breath
and Venus' kisses
It fascinates
my dream mind
steals my senses
upon waking
when the sight
that greets my eyes
comes into focus
and is you.

Used your towel
to dry my face
You're not around
but the scent
still remains
Like pink candy hints
of just-washed skin
the wildflower fields
of freshly shampooed hair
an underlying trace
of you
your demure notes of lingering
I clothe myself in these
and am with you
your silken touch upon me..
then it is gone
A towel is all.

Lifting this to my eyes
I dry my face.

Exquisite poetry.

True loving sentiments.

I dont want to trespass here.

You are two astonishing people.

I will always have my guilt and deep regrets,
but my worries are not what they were.

It brings some peace to know that you have found each other.

That you are happy, Lisa.

God Bless You Both.

And forgive me this intrusion.

Ahhhh!!!

Bless You Archie, what Beautiful sentiments!!!

Your a Good Guy Archie!!!

Lisa,

Songs that once stuck
in our minds
aren't shaken easily
can still be lost
my love
with time
though called eventually
Then sung
or listened to, when found
acquaintances again
Perhaps forgotten soon about
Perhaps never again
But of these two
you never were
for I will not forget
the loveliest tune
I ever knew
the sweetest I know yet
Until your heart
envelopes mine
and I should cease to be
know this, dear muse
my heart beats true
unto your melody.

daf

Lisa,

April snows
and like the storm winds blow
I find my
heart racing
down the way to where you're waiting

Each gentle
flake that falls is like a
rare feather
Baby could we catch them all?

They're
tittillating
All updated
Shining like the sparkle
in your eyes
when we're together lately

Could I catch you
in my arms and
hold you like a feather
in the snowy April weather, baby?

(refrain)

Rains will come
and darling
'fore they're done
I'll taste the
*cool magic*
sent with every one

Raindrop
glist-en-ing embrace
could ask
tender fingers to softly touch a face

That is
Tittillated
Fascinated
By the sparkle in your eyes
under the rain
when we're together lately

Could I catch you
in my arms and
taste you like the raining
on a cloudy April morning, baby?

(refrain)

(break down)
Can I keep you with me
through these fickle
April days?

Setting sun
the day is almost done
Come to a
warm lover
who'd never love another one

Until the stars
come out to play we'll
try to catch the envy
of a sunny April day

We'll leave it
Titillated
So frustrated
trying hard to sparkle
like your eyes
when we're together lately

Could I catch you
in my arms and
blaze into the summer
from the spell you put me under, baby?

daf

So beautiful, dafreman, Lisa.

I'm not sure why
I love you so
Just so you know
I'm not alone
thoughts and memories
are sufficient company
and when the moments
of our lives
aren't so tightly intertwined
through the distance
they will hold you close to me.

If destiny
should coldly go
where no heart
should ever know:
into a dreary world
devoid of your embrace
I'll call those thoughts
and other things
left of the time
you spent with me
to raise a glass or two
in memory of your face.

daf & Lisa Your love poems to another are so sweet and lovely. Many thanks to you both for sharing your gifts with everyone here. I hope you'll post your synastry soon. I bet it's exquisite. Much love and happiness to you both.

*blush*

thank you. {{{}}}


Darling,
I've waited for you
for a thousand years

in this dull-polished amber
held back the tears

the highways eclisped me
the meadows grew far;
time a bereaved
bretheren of afar

How I paced back the miles,
retraced every step

all the while,
the memory
of your precious soul
held warm against my heart.

Thanks, Solane.

Dear precious Lisa,

Could it be that angels
also wearied need to rest
with the troubles of humanity
clung tightly to their breast?

Is there solace and forgiveness
found in slumber's peaceful place?
Could blessed rest restore the faith
which ever keeps them strong and safe
among our selfish kind
with our simple, brutal minds?

Does divinity, on waking
find itself recalled to life
in the midst of mediocrity
and endless mortal strife?

Is sleep's healing tasked with softening
a constant angel's test?
Could the look upon your sleeping face
mean angels also rest?

Love,

daf

Dear heart,

There is so much stupidity in the way most people "love" each other these days.

There is no them, it seems..only ourselves, regardless of the appearance of things. Like selfish needy infants, we impose our world upon their own in some sadistic reenactment of our loneliness and expectations.

And rarely, it seems, does this wretched state of our loving become more apparent, than after the love has begun to die...and then after it is dead.

Then the guilt begins, and the unwelcome intrusions on peace of mind. Or the endless comparison of the quality of each lover's loving; a bickered laundry list of half truths spun like some web to retain what we really wanted: a soul to take our pain from us.

Mewling babies reach out to intrude and inflict pain and unpleasant memories upon us; grasping at straws. They don't stop calling, or showing up in the places where they know they will find us. They won't stop demonstrating in typically ignoble fashion, what a waste of time the whole thing was.

I couldn't see myself doing that to you Lisa, God forbid we should ever part. I couldn't see repaying the wonder of what time the Almighty has given me in the blessings of your company by hurting and hounding you with past regret and present pain. And I certainly couldn't see myself trying desperately to lock you away in your unhappiness in order to sate my own.

I couldn't do that to you.

These days are what I have and they mean everything to me. May they grow to be counted by the decade, my love. And may I never sully their memory or dare to press the pain upon your heart that I would feel if we ever parted.

Eternally I am loving you, with a love so pure and true.

Yours,

daf

Darling Lisa,

When I saw your face
upon your return today
my heart leapt into my throat
with blessed relief
to my unkempt expectation

Could there be more joy
in this world
than that which we've found?
Perhaps it's not praying
for miracles
that brings them about
but finally releasing
them to the winds
that they might circle
and return to us

This is the revelation
of the experience
that is loving you:

That love is borne
by the wind
and that those breezes
knowing our needs
fan the flames
of our hearts
and then feed them
according to their need.

Thank you darling.

I love you,

daf

A song for broken lovers everywhere. Take heart.
God loves you and the winds know your needs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9gAbP3PWR8

Howard knew.

Love to you all and thanks for the lovely comments. We're very happy and more than happy to share that joy with the rest of you.

(Thanks for keeping this thread sacred. It is very important to us.)

daf

To you dear one,

Sate my fire
with your noble way
drink
the coffee and lingering
lift
the tons that aren't
moving
like a tongue of lead
child of autumn
speak
and as the shaman said
thunder flickers
until midnight
then the All inspired
taste of Eden coming
tends to sate my fire

Lift the sacred lover's cup
sip until you've had enough
leave not in the early light
for wasted, barren
night-scapes
where lepers bite
cackle with delight
will you lift your arms
in jeweled
mystic flight?
thunder comes again
from the Endless Name
autumn child you speak
like the desert rain
into thirsty mouths
when you cry aloud
"Honor never died"
and it sates my fire
It sates my fire
precious autumn child..



Humbled daily by you,

daf

To a dream come true,

Somewhere
'round the banyan tree
there waits
Eros in dream
his secret treasure
tucked away
'neath boughs
which wood nymphs tend

The stream
beside the path
cannot hide it's trickling
rush of anticipation
nor flow but to
my destination:
zephyred, sunny hair
subtle tangerine
parted lips
to meet my own
whispers to a pulse
that quickens
to match the timing
of my stride

The meadow harked
then greeted me
but soon was left behind
by a lover's need
a passion seen
by wildflowers
sown in Spring;
all coronation ready
decked out in Sunday bloom
The songbirds sing
but barely
through the throb
in my ears
chest
and anxious mind

Oh blessed path
do lead to there!
Be merciful to me!

Accursed trail!
Thou endless walk
how cruel you are indeed!

Yet, memorable
unforgettable
so fondly and vividly
is recalled that place
where my darling waits
somewhere 'round the banyan tree.

My love always,

daf

Awoke to the sound
of drummers
gently playing
their random rhythms
on your rooftop
an announcement perhaps?
a drum roll presents
to a blessed world
your morning eyes?

I wished
for a moment then
that the ceiling would part
and fade away
be gone
that I might witness
here and there
tears of joy
the saints have offered up
to the divine and lovely
find your cheeks
and know their place

I hoped
the rain would fall
but under blue skies
and that you would
wake
to nature's beauty
a sacred reflection
of your own
that you might know
dear droplets fell
to meet your skin
as though the heavens
read my mind
and kissed your face.

Lisa,

Thank you so much for all of the effort and love that went into last night. You continue to amaze and enchant me more every day.

You melt my heart
butter slathered
on a roll,
rib of honey

Warm on corn
"hot out the pot"
breathing my tastes
sating an appetite
there is no filling

No empty plate today
for me;
there is no hunger
anymore

"Have all you like"
you say
I'm awed
and so I wonder
if this love
ever closes
or
is it
all we can eat?

Love,

daf

Lisa,

I haven't done anything for you
my love
perhaps one day
you'll see that

perhaps some day
you'll understand
that as breathing
is nothing
but means everything
so are the moments passed
in serving you

I could no more hold my breath forever
than deny my need
to love you
and indeed
there is no deeper need I feel
no grand necessity
that could hope to rival
this plea

The air I breath
is your contentment.

Love,

daf

Beautiful poetry! You are quite gifted!

He is so gifted
in so many ways.
I am more awed everyday --
so much beauty he
beholds and shares
with everyone he meets.
If only you all could see
the way he brings people
to open and smile.
It's amazing to witness.
Defensive strangers lighten,
and soften
in his presence.
He has a special endearing way about him.

I have been so hesitant here...
not knowing where to begin,
or how to breach the usual privacy of my heart.
Thank you Everyone who have wished
us well here.
Sharing this journey with us in a way.
I'm grateful for your kindness.


Thank you to you
in my most giving breath,
dear, darling Daf.




could I describe a feeling
as intimate
as the sun's
steady breath
in tune with
infinity's pregnant Mystery?

could it tell
the way your eyes
look into mine~
the way blue eyes pool
with an emotion
only reverent of
surgent acknowledgment?

There was a knowing
from the first pause

there were tears
that shall forever
remain welling

yet captured and consoled~
by your heart's reaching
and open-arm sensing

catching the
wet, smiling,
grateful weariness
of my tears
in between
the exhausted
droplets
of your own.

The road
winded

so very long, my love

farther than the
faint glimmer
our burrowed awakenings
could foresee

battles never raged
drawn, quartered to engage,
again and again.

You knew.

You understood.


We walked a parallel dream

til destiny circled to our arms.







~

A field of dreams

.

When you call
I will come to you
I will be your Don Quixote
at full pace to your rescue
astride my simple steed
and when I find you there
beset on all sides
by demons and dragons
I will vanquish them
but will not slay them
I will tell them instead
why it is
that I love you so
and soon
they will do the same.

Awwww... Dat one's really sweet.

Maria

You're enchanted
a mystic talisman
kept close
kept free
to soar upon your way
and guide me
when I am lost
to fill my life
with pride
for being seen
in the presence
of such preciousness
and with joy
for knowing nightly
your breath
upon my chest
my barely beating heart
(also enchanted)
rests
and waits awhile
listens from its place
for exalted exhalations
whispered magic.

Daf & Lisa

You two are just too cute. Many thanks to you for sharing the gift of your romantic journey with us. Reading your delightful poetry to one another is better than any Nora Roberts novel or Shakepearean play on the market. Much Love & Light to both of you as you continue on in your blissful journey together. Blessed Be

Lisa,

You touch me in ways
that only birds can know
where the touch is not grasping
nor holding
it is loving and accepting
the wind beneath a wing
water on my back
to warmly take
the hurt away
and set my spirit free.

Love always,

daf

Sometimes when I'm playing
or when I sing
or entertain
I'll steal a glance
from where I hide
behind my daily shades
and see that you're watching me
then it's all worthwhile
your eyes adore me
and all of your attraction
is focused in this direction
it's what I breathe
and so much more than that
to me
it's so much
more than enough, dear
you're the only fan I need
and so I'll play for you
while there's still music
left in me
drawing you near.

When the rain came
twice it blew
through the windows
"there is no rain"
I thought
it never rains
those are my tears
lagrimas of joy
sometimes of pain
but there is no rain
sometimes
just some days
there is hope
tucked away
in a late spring cascade
when we go
my hand in yours
skipping down
the puddled lanes.

there are no lips
but thine, my love
there is no love
but yours
there is no
great and noble cause
more worthy
than your arms

lemmings march
then leap from heights
and Lord knows i've
been to the brink
i've doubted you
your loving too
but life demands
its daily due
so embrace me
love
be mine in song
make love to me
the evening long
it's destiny
when a touch precedes
the death of me
then leads me on
to heaven's gate
paradise
is in your arms.