Tell me Sweet Love

Tell me, Sweet Love
Where does the Mourning go
when the New Sun ushers in?

These mists fade before my eyes
I am steadied by the cries
of the wild, the untamed
where lie the bones of other days
and other ways.

Fragment by fragment 
I put the puzzle together, to gather
the trust and the truth of the 
Mother; to feel the looseness
of the spirit when free.

My beautiful one,
where will we lay our heads
when night stalks 
the landscape with dreams
and escapades and whisperings?
Where will our feet find rest
beyond the nest
of our own great solitude,
beyond the realm of the 
Maddening Moon?

Tender kisses sent like rain
to stain your lips and to flame
your heart, 
twas you that broke
the bread, that cried in pain,
that wandered wounded Time
and Again....
   sit down. Lay your 
weary bones to sleep
and wonder silently of the 
beckoning Deep. 

Just hold the mirror close to
your Face, every line 
and every crease
and every scar have written You
like poetry, played you
harmoniously; See the light
reflecting from your eyes,
penetrating any disguise...
This is where we dwell. 
This is where we dwell. 

December 5, 2002
Charleen Johnston