And from her lips
She drew the eye.
From her forehead
Did it slip
And out she uttered, “sigh.”
For her to sit
And to wait
She felt what does abate
As what restrains, and which constricts,
To find Peace and Love
In a refined state.
Deeper than her eyes could see,
Her mouth sputtered spontaneously
And from her heart
She drew a breath
And planned to cleave
Her lover to her breast.
“Alas!” she cried
“I now do realize,
I create my fate
With either action
Or to wait, since
Fate is Fate!”
Her eyes had been clouds from time,
Her words flew from cocoons
Into butterflies.
Through teeth
She howled with tears.
At each new moon
She prayed to meet her lover soon.
The moon waxed on in smoky wanes,
Each night she tried to bribe
God to take her pain.
“Let go, let Me,
And you will see
Your smoke and mirrors
Bid them flee.
Your hopes and fears
Bid mirrors near.
You need not wish,
For I intend to see
This prayer unto the end.”
“I was upon this prayer
Indeed since its inception.
I planted it to ye,
So for me it is My duty
To take from you the dross
And feed you beauty.
For desires form from what I show
You indeed will have a love that grows.
Fear not the static moment,
Fates you wish to overthrow.
See eternity in this winking Eye
And release your love
Into the sky.
It is with Me will it last and grow.
Be free, I bid you whole.
Take, take your love
And go!”
Empathy is Poetry 