Dear Poet

Sleepless night
tonight

though calm

(and a wonderful feeling of peace)
~

… releasing
one's creative vision
in the morning /

letting it fly
letting it breath
letting it exist as an entity separate
from oneself

engaging it
in conversation

becoming friends /
fellow soldiers
on metaphysical battlefields

Twisting fantasies together
in the night

seeking
degrees
of understanding

… and letting the rest
remain
a mystery.

~

… to touch your face
in some deep, dark mystery …
to touch your shoulders,
to hold your hips against my hips
and to share
a soldier's heat
a soldier's mind
a soldier's night

~

I love
leaving
the office
in the day,
and seeing people …

I love smiling
when I'm with them …

I love trying
to give them the energy
I feel inside … and the happiness.


Einstein believed that the universe is curved /
If you look
far enough out
into space …
you'll see the back of your head /

It's the same
with energy … and happiness … even knowledge /
when you give these things
to another,
a renewal-of-spirit
begins
inside you …

the ever-balance
the ever-dance
the ever-poem
written
around you

the ever-poem
written
inside you

and the madness … in check /

safe

whispered

dark

(seeking
a sense of order. -creativity exists within a sense of order)

~

Clarity

~

There is nothing we can wish for … or strive to possess / or become …that is
not
already
inside us.

~

(Pause)

~

Night
has turned to morning … wine
has turned
to coffee /

only the candlelight
remains
from last night … and, of course, the jazz.

~
<BR>
I should close.

I will write more soon.

(I closed my eyes
last night, and dreamt of you /
we were both naked
we were both
allowing the other
complete access
to our bodies … you were so warm, and sensual.

I must close, poet
write soon.
SAS
~

~*~"Prayer is humbleness, I cannot be humble with the wealth of you beside me" ~Walter Benton~