Once We Were Lovers

Once We Were Lovers
Once we were lovers in the pale blue.
Long, long ago in the dawn of time.
Beyond the mists of memory…
Beyond the mystery of time and space
that in cloud and darkness surrounds
our hidden origins.
That buried memory rises up
even here and now
as true love will…
That death-defying love.
That truth that rams its head
through every obstacle in its path
’til it reaches its heart’s goal.
January, 1995

The Missing Rose

The Missing Rose
Here I am in this coastal city of pirates and thieves
where rich and poor alike are daily robbed
of all but the sight of countless flowers.
I float in a cosmic sea of blossoms and leaves
whose beauty and essence pervades my being.
That, I am. Yes, I am that.
Do you think I’d wish to rob anyone of a flower?
I’d rob myself doing that!
Let me ponder the mystery of a missing rose
when I created your wife’s bouquet.
Ah, yes. Now I clearly see…
In another time and place, I was a missing Rose
plucked young and fresh from the Isles.
I lived in a Viking poem long ago—
a scald’s few word of plunder taken.
Even now I feel that freezing terror
awakened by raiders from the sea.
How I hated to be owned and used
and valued less than a good sword!
Now I know I’m here to forgive and forget—
and so I do.
Will you forgive me for my ‘oversight’  too?
July, 2000