Category: Poetry (Page 5 of 36)

We Shall Live (A Poem)

January 30, 2019 / Tom

Know
Please, just know
Please, just know that I am here
Finally here,
Knowing you completely,
Loving what I know,
Wanting more.

Feel
Please, just feel,
Please, just feel me next to you
Finally next to you,
Holding you in our space,
No wind strong enough to move me,
I am home.

Do not wonder about some other time
Back then,
Just sit with me and know,
Hold my hand and feel,
What the present moment brings,
Lessons learned two hundred years ago,
We are now.

What do you do with your mate of a hundred lifetimes?
This is the one we have,
Finally, we are here in the now
Sprouting marigolds as we swirl along this trail,
Decades in the making,
Now dance with me, my love
And know your man cannot surrender.

For I see you up on the hills
And I taste you in the salty ocean air,
Warmed by your glow as the Sun shouts above the horizon,
Now run, do not let the sands of time slow you
You cannot stop,
This we know in our vibrations of our cells,
I will catch you when you dive into my arms.

What love is this, the one we rediscover?
Mortality has kept us from this promise once before,
But now, we live
WE LIVE
No chances squandered in the darkness of that yesterday,
We have today,
And we shall live.

∞

In Sanity

January 28, 2019 / Tom

There is as an essence of me, in sanity,
A moment to reflect,
To sing lullabies to the demons of my existence,
Lull them to sleep as they tantrum like the children that they are,
Find stillness in the mountain winds that wreak havoc on my neighbors.

I sit in sanity,
Watching the dandelion seeds blow haplessly about my scene,
Like snowflakes from the winter I have endured,
Waiting for someplace to land beside the Aspens,
Giving birth to something that looks nothing like themselves.

While awaiting the cool rains of Heaven’s soaking spring,
Mud made thick by the melting snows around my feet,
The seeds dancing to the waves of earthen ether,
Calling me onward though I love the muck between my toes,
It reminds me of a beach where we once stood, together.

There seems nothing quite like a transition,
Where fear and uncertainty marry the guise of faith to tortured men,
Holding a light of truth as the Sun burns off the morning dew,
I hear something moving the grasses laden with anticipation,
Could it be I’m hearing you?

My heart left beating, I have surrendered to our altar,
I have no certainty in the noises I’ve been hearing,
Yet I’ll sit by eternally adoring the sounds, in sanity
Watching my life beat on the sacred marble where I wait,
Longing for the flowers these seeds and rains conceive.

I trust the prose spring has rushing down the mountainside,
The water’s sounds painting smiles on my soul,
Hand-in-hand we dance to a promise notwithstanding,
In a truth our hearts knew before the moment we were born,
Or so we say as we sit still watching things born in sanity.

For reality comes like a tsunami cascading through the valley,
The monsoons of spring building with every winter storm,
I hear a promise whispered through the ages,
It moves like a breeze through the soaked grasses on our time,
I still wonder, could it be you that I am hearing?

This night, I close my eyes with the truth I find in sanity,
Daring demons to resurface despite the visions I have found,
Silent laughs and slight oaths made in the darkness,
I swear I can feel your hand upon my chest,
A prayer, may I awaken in your arms. (tg)

The Promise I Must Keep

January 21, 2019 / Tom

I cannot remember the first time I heard the willow branches sing a song,
Playing havoc with the steady gait of my life.
Or the first time I noticed the soft, golden grass tickle the insides of my toes,
My laughter spreading triumphantly,
Sadness the air that carried my joy now echoing through the canyon.

Those things have always seemed to be,
Even as the memories reborn
When you held my face between your hands,
Pierced my soul with the truth
That I had found you.
Finally.

Two hundred years ago, or maybe more,
We had chased each other around the lonely willow tree,
The one that hugged the places where we'd play,
Besides the field of wildflowers.
One purple flower would give itself to me,
I'd take her sacrifice and slide her by your ear,
Your smile melting any winter left in my heart.

You'd tell me something wonderful,
About the dream that we were having,
That would be a dream again in a couple hundred years or more,
The dream you shared, my love, my never-to-be-forsaken.
My face in your hands back then, you made me swear.
"Remember this in two hundreds years, or maybe more?"

"When we meet then, you will remember. I will hold your face between my hands, and I will shred that veil you've placed before your eyes. Naked and shaken you will forget but only to be reminded. When you remember, we will never part again.

We will fall, and fall, and then fall some more. The burning memory of my fingers on your face, your name searing through my heart, will have us rise, and rise, and then rise some more.

Marry me by a willow tree, whatever that means to us then. Do not stop until I do. In this life I chased you, in the next you will do the same. Yet know it like the wind to the wings of a butterfly. The chase is not a game to us, it is like the whittling from a great tree the statue of our hearts. When the winds calm, the butterfly will find its rest, and the masterpiece will be complete."

That's the way it is, for you and me my love,
I don't remember when it started for I was but stardust then,
We made a promise long before there were flowers or fields,
Or willow trees to guard them,
A promise we honor under the bluest mountain skies,
In an inn left-handed to its undertaking,
A promise we are so very close to keeping.

For I know a place.
A place made within the infinite measure of the Universe,
Just for us,
Where the breeze still flows through willow's holy branches,
Where flowers bloom begging to touch your ear,
Where your heart will be reminded of the oath you made me swear,
And you will smile, scared and shaken though you be,
As you remember it was you who made me promise.
It is me who will always keep my word.

Calling Out Your Name (A Poem)

January 14, 2019 / Tom

There were moments
When I would walk in the Ocean's sands
Totally alone.
In my dizziness, in those seconds when I'd fall,
I could swear I heard a voice
Driving me onward,
Only saying your name.

Bloodied knees, 
Dripping life down the limbs of my existence,
The winter winds blowing as the Sun would rise,
Muddied, wet, frozen though I'd be,
I swear I'd feel a warmth comfort me,
Warming my heart to beat,
In the whisper of your name.

I had to lose almost everything,
To receive all I could ever want,
I had to nearly die,
To know how life was truly meant to be lived,
I had to tumble into silence 
Just to hear the calling of your name.

We've walked the same weathered beaches,
Heard the same shouting of the galls
Played in the same Ocean tides
All the while coming to the place,
Where we could walk together,
Just biding our loving sands of time.

What is left?
We build our hallowed sanctuaries,
Color pictures of our past with rays of blessed hope,
Holding hands, crossing covered bridges,
Writing moments of truth in books left 
For older versions of ourselves.

In this heart, beating in part for you,
Love unequivocal in the steeled will of a man,
He will walk many paths he fears for you,
Face fires of his mind that have scorched the earth before,
Quiet all the loudest whispers echoing from back then,
Just to hear the faintest whisper calling out your name.

I know no greater truth,
Than the waves of love pouring through my Soul,
When I hear your voice, 
When I feel your skin,
When I hold the flesh that is a mirror of my heart,
Or even in the quietest thought calling out your name.

We can see the footprints we've left in weathered sand,
Up ahead, still the foggy screen of what we fear beyond,
Yet my soul commits me to this path with you,
My heart knows no other purpose,
A prayer, uttered in your name.

To love you any other way,
Would be to lie to the God who brought us here,
There is that power surging through the cells of me,
A light beholded to no mind, 
A space that understands no limitations,
A wisdom that speaks a truth calling out your name.

No Idea

January 11, 2019 / Tom

I had no idea
What I was doing
When I found this love with you.
I had no clue
How fast I'd fall
or how deep the well had grown.

Yet here I am
Still falling, discovering
Crying tears of joy in the Sunshine
Begging love for your hand
Feeling you in the empty air
Knowing you in the space we share.

I had no idea
What was in store
When destiny's doors opened.
I could not have guessed
That first embrace
I'd pray would never end.

Yet here I am
Still holding you,
In a dream I never wish to end.
Here I am,
Wishing upon every star ever born
And thanking them all the same.

See, I had no idea
What I was doing
But I'm glad I did it all.
I had no clue
How fast I'd fall
When I fell in love with you.

Home

January 11, 2019 / Tom

Home

Your words attracted me.

Your eyes enthralled me.

Your heart captured me.

Your soul reminded me.

I am home.

When the waves break by our feet,

When the mountain Sun warms our skin,

In the spaces we share that are between them both,

Feel the truth.

We are home.

When challenges come our way,

Old ways of thinking sprout boulders where none should be,

Let us take love’s hammer to those stones,

Turn them to the very dust we use.

To build our home.

In the funny way we tell our tales,

As older versions of ourselves,

Let us gaze lovingly at what we’ve done,

And let laughter echo.

In our home.

So blessed are we who’ve found our soul

In another’s loving touch,

So reminded shall we be in every drop of life we have,

We have not sacrificed a thing,

For the treasure we have found,

Following the map only written in our hearts,

A spinning dial on the compass of our souls,

Has led us to that place where we were born to be.

And we are home.

Two Hundred Years

January 8, 2019 / Tom

Two hundred years,
Waiting…
I’ve been for you,
An ear bent to hear your heartbeat,
Nostrils created to inhale the smell of your hair,
Lips…
Lips born to taste nothing
But your soul.

Just Tell Me It’s Heaven (A Lyric)

December 25, 2018 / Tom

I see a picture and I
Paint it gray
I hear a song, perhaps we’ll
Dance someday
Never lost yet I’m
Not quite found
Flying high with both
Feet on the ground.

Tell me a story and I’ll
Be quiet now
Touch my skin and I’ll
Smile somehow
Tell me you love me and
Watch me rise
Kiss me softly and
Look in my eyes.

And tell me it’s heaven…

The Sun is fading and
The stars will shine
The Moon is coming and
I need a sign
The angels are talking
They say its right
The future’s coming
Just not tonight.

The ocean’s calling us
Waves roll in
The full moon rising
Shines within
The mountain whispers
Calling me
The words roam through me
I’ll let them be.

Just tell me it’s heaven…

Dreams are raging in
Side me love
I hear the whispers
From up above
The eyes are heavy but
My soul is strong
The body’s willing and
The night is long.

In my prayers I
Say goodnight
In my sleep we will
Dance tonight
When I wake I will
Kiss you dear
Then I’ll whisper something
Only you will hear.

Just tell me it’s heaven…

Venus

December 18, 2018 / Tom

My God, what can I hope to do,
To show you my gratitude?
For what I’ve found right here, right now,
I surely owe to you somehow.

My God, whatever can I say,
To offer love to her this day?
These words I say, these words I write,
Are not enough at the end of night.

Says Venus to this open man,
“What is there to understand?
Just keep on walking the path you know,
The seed you planted will surely grow.”

“But how do I,” came my reply,
“Get out all this stuff inside?”
Venus laughed, I heard it clear,
“Just listen to your heart, my dear.”

I blinked, I sighed, I let it out,
For what she said I could not doubt,
For as weakened as my heart may be,
It’s still the strongest part of me.

For a stoic man cannot deny,
The how, the when, the what and why,
He just sees that star above,
That guides him to the one he loves.

For those of you who know the truth,
Who’ve defeated those beasts of youth,
There is no place you’d rather be,
Then in the arms of destiny.

Venus now fades into day,
The Sun takes over to guide the way,
Before she leaves one final word,
And this is what I know I heard.

“Born to find her, that is you,
She was born to find you too,
Both of you were made to be,
The star at night you long to see.

“The day is coming, just be there,
Present in the space you share,
Take her hand when the seas get rough,
Knowing that you’re hand’s enough.

“Lean on her when the west wind blows,
For she is stronger than she knows,
Your weight will not crush her love,
For she has Angels up above.

“For few things are made like this,
The power found when you kiss,
The truth of her with the truth of you,
Is what the power of love can do.”

Something in those words felt right,
As Venus disappeared from sight,
A light now filled the sky above,
As I gave thanks to the one I love.

One Day

December 16, 2018 / Tom

I plead to the ether.

I want to know,
Please tell me,
For the future remains unsettled in my mind.

Settle my anxious heart,
Cite me stories that write miracles in the sky,
Will me to the place I need to be.

Yet nothing,
Half measures and playful innuendo,
And I just sit and stare at the setting Sun.

Angels answer me in riddles.

They point to the rising Sun,
Yet beg me stay where it is I am sitting,
Nonsense contradicts the truth that's in my heart.

My soul commands me onward,
Though my heart demands I retreat into a shell,
The empty tones stifle music made in heaven.

I go now,
Forever bound to the despair of contradictions,
Perhaps I will see their end.

One day.