Freedom of a captive heart

And his love was the object of an exclusive love,

having resolved as he did to love her passionately, unrepentantly.

Desire was directed by a magnetism obscure

distinctly towards her…

And as the days were stolen ever more shrewdly

a vision came of freedom through the heart’s captivity,

captivity to the woman with whom he had bonded.

Bound to his love

all the old possibilities and uncertainties

evaporated irretrievably.


”By Their Faces Shall You Know Them” Poem

Train the eye of your heart

to tell goodness from evil apart.

Life’s great gulf becomes quite clear

in looking upon faces without fear.

For in an instant something in you will rise,

decidedly will the heart then trust or despise.

One must take upon oneself this mystical task

lest one fail to foreshadow the cries…

To Those who would bid me wait

If I were to in my dream-like
passions cease,
By measure would hapless gloom
steadily increase!

Were I to hurl a stone
into a lake,
a swan would take flight and the
calm break.

As with love, when dawn is
faithfully born,
One doubts its not, nor dare
stay forlorn!

Whether with her I part ways or
hold hands,
is up to the Shifter of life’s
shifting sands,

There’s a mystery to the heart’s
beat & swell,
A flame lit therein one
cannot quell…

In hushed supplication I ask
for a sign,
that implied blessing, for my lips on hers,
hers on mine.