i long to hear the nightingale sing..

barren tree

I miss him
he was the poet in my poetry
the leaves of my poet tree;
and now this winter is so barren.

˜
I miss him
like the flowers miss the springtime
like the nightingale misses  its song;
and this silence is a deafening cacophony.

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I miss him
and I long to hear the nightingale sing
rather than recall it from memory..
before it becomes an unfamiliar fragrance
in my garden.

˜

I miss him.

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A ‘not so empty’ Gift..

 

journal

A gift is fragrance out of breath

fled from the abode of the urn

seeking respite of a wayfaring vessel

within whom, it makes its return.

Be not daunted, open the cover,

Draw deeply from spirits fathomless well

Oh, water bearer for the soul of dry parchment,

A river of words erodes the truth a mountain can tell.

Lo, winds of wisdom for the seeking leaf

Softly turn its empty pages

Stir them not, but deliver the stillness

Spoken through the love of inner sages.

Leap not, be gently drawn

Oh, sojourner, not so soon,

Soft, the precipice waits for you to cast

From the abode of your own perfume.

Those who give, journey on

Deep in the heart of others who are given

And when the page seems dark, find the spark

When the flint of the lover strikes the Beloveds frizzen.

~ Skip Maselli
(thank you for this priceless gift)

Between the Falling and the Fall..

Kiss Of Passion - Leonid Afremov

How do we pinpoint that exact moment
between the falling and the fall
between the fragrance and the memory
between the lasting and the temporary

between the strike and the flame..
between the essence and the name

between the grasp and the retract
the flight and the impact.

between the bud and the blossom,
the mundane and the awesome.

Between the silence and the sound
and the music that abounds,
between the pluck and the strum
between the parts and the sum.

Between the hit and the miss
the drawing near and the kiss
the passion and the bliss.

How can we grasp that imperceptible shift
between the forgetting and the recall,
… between the falling and the fall..
in Love