Reaching for Heaven

when people talk of desire
they speak of fire and heat
but a fire can be extinguished,
in itself it’s not complete

desire is the beginning
the waking of stronger powers
that sweeps you off your feet
and put a stop to time

only when you are mine
that power comes with a passion
far beyond ourselves
it pushes, it tears, it’s agony,
it’s joy, it’s free, it’s sweet,
it’s the urgent demand of life

when the wind comes down from heaven
and whirls true lovers up,
groaning and gasping,
flying,
upward,
through the longing stars,
they cling with desperation
there’s another dimension
to the grip of their grasping arms
until they fall together,
soft to their tumbled bed

you touch my beating heart
we can talk
or fall asleep
we know we are one whole part
i feel such tenderness
it’s then i can stroke your lovely skin
and cradle your gentle head

excite me, ignite me,
never needs to be said
the fire of desire will return
we’ll go to heaven again
by a slower, gentler path

Bitter

I don’t want to be bitter
I don’t want to be angry
I don’t want to be sad
I don’t want to think about us
Or the tenderness we had

I won’t stay in Winter
I was born in the Spring
And Autumn touches my soul.

For you I wish endless Summers
To keep you from this cold,
This cold that’s my bitter heart
Since you pushed us apart

Ghazal – Not the Moon

When happiness eludes us in the dark,
dying in the wane, forsake not the moon

It will wax again, shine its silver light,
the turning tide will ache. Not the moon.

When spring is young and full of love, the sun
brings pleasure, gladdens day, wake not the moon.

The morning chorus brings us new born day.
Birdsong floats above the lake. Not the moon.

It is dawn above the soft horizon
that will our tenderness untimely break. Not the moon.

When Venus orbits high above, my love is in
my arms again, the night, delight, take not the moon!