Thank you.

Thank you both for your kindness.

Winds of Change



Let the winds of change blow over my memory,

dulling the edges that grazed unto drawing blood,

dousing the fires that burned low after scarring,

leaving only the new growth of cool clean skin

that never knew your touch.



LCA 7/13/2008

When you reach out unto the world from the core of existence that IS love,you are never ever wrong, even if pain results from attempting to love one who loves perversely; love is the source of all that is good and you are safe and will thrive within it.

Enjoy your journey

"late century dreams are fading
it's catching up and
i'm falling behind"

A rich image redolent of Marvell's "time's wingéd chariot". Stark, simple - I like it.

Very beguiling parallelism in these lines:

"listen to my Soul Love,
listen to my Soul,Love."

Marvellous measuring of this mystery called love

Sometimes, we cannot help others find freedom from bonds they chose for themselves; we can only release them to be free - or not.

Excellent, as ever.

"Consecrate us with raindrops that fall
baptizing all
that makes us gentle and wise."

Again, Angel, your images show us the purifying experience of seeking a "Love filled space".

Very, very wonderful!

"I will have no real eyes
To realize
Jason
Was Here"

Never fear; Jason will be somewhere else, viewing a new world through new eyes. One's energy never stops moving forward.

"You're the soil to the seed;
you're the rain to the trees;"

Lovely metaphors, Angel, for the sustenance to the soul that proceeds from loving.

Jam on my toast, made by my love
from his home far away
on an old autumn day.

Fruit picked with care, and sweetened with smiles,
his words in my ear
as the juice bubbled clear.

Knock on my door, a man with the mail,
bringing love's Mass
in jam jars of glass.

Love on my lips, smiles in my heart,
miles disappear;
love lives right here.

But the season has passed; his love is now gone
and the spoon that I am
lifts his taste in his jam.

LCA 2008

..and no blood was spilt in this vivisection

"This, this,
This, transference of power...
This, leap from the safety ...."

Frustration, impatience, disbelief, fear.....all echoed in the power of this structure you have honed; a finely sculpted image.

Phosphorus

Sparks fly across page,
heat smoulders fire to light;
wonder feeds wonder.

LCA 31 May 2008

Stay still, o my heart;
You have merely paused, not stopped.
Beat still; you will live.

LCA 12-2007

Such a perceptive comment on a genuinely talented poet, Wolfeyes; you are a very generous soul to see the gift we ALL share by seeing our own experience of humanity described in another's words. I share your admiration.

Pretty nice - for ice.

"So close to memory
I ask if I am
dreaming."

How that reminds me of the rising from sweet sleep to the reality of an unshared space. You have captured the colour of love, painting loss in tender tones.

Wonderfully resonant of the warmth of love on a cold night. Reminding me of the beautiful song "Song for a Winter's Night" sung by Sarah MacLachlan:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sle2_E_Xt-c

A wondrous reassurance that the energy of love is never wasted; it draws love back unto itself in the fullness of time. Flowers and hearts to you :)