Woeful Regrets

O Thou my Soul, methinks thou wrongst me. 

That tongue that once only dripped sweet honey,

Now lashes at my heart with scorn and enmity.

An innocent word meant to soothe but only baited,

Caused such horrendous total devastation,

Filled my nights with suffering and confusion,
A bright new morning, perhaps a new start?

Nay, more black words of venom and foreboding,
Now I am dying, you have slayed my heart.

I will not lie down and let you trample

O'er my poor and wounded soul,

I must stand up and fight this battle,

This hostile assault is now taking its toll.

Have I lost you my love, my muse, my friend?

My words spoken wrongfully were never meant to offend. 

The Mercy of Hades

No, I cannot have died,

Surely in death, this pain cannot exist.

Endless night skies are closing in,
I feel trapped in the murky black gloom,

My voice inside my mind has ceased,

There is an air of impending doom. 

I wish I were numb, all feelings gone,

Weary eyes, look your last,

Tired arms, take your final embrace,

These emotions have long passed.

Am I still living in this hollow life?

Have I succumbed to eternal sadness,

O Charon, I beg you, take all I possess,

And with your fierce Hound ferry me away from this emptiness. 

Love's Tempest

Dare I hope that this maelstrom has now abated?

The mighty waves were lifting me higher and higher,

Then dropping me down, deeper and deeper,

Pitching me into a pool of enraged fire.

My body and your soul jerking and burning,

Unable to conform your head with my heart,

Spitting words like arrows into one another,

Clawing at our bonds, and ripping us apart. 

Wanting to tell you how foolish I am,

Though I can see no chink in your armour,

So instead I shall storm your offences,

Even though, alack, I am pushing you away farther.

Stop, please, and listen, these words are all true,

Is my confession too late, have I now lost you for good? 

Was Eros a mere Archer?

I am in despair trying to halt the drip of the sands of time,

Every ounce of love I have is thine,

If your love has gone, I missed its departure.

Are your passions for me waning?

Your warm bear hugs seem so distant.

O how foolish am I, as I know you are true,

Your eyes tell me firmly so,

No wonder I feel so close to you,

Love is mutual, never solo.

If you were to so much as breathe my name,

I would fly to you like Eros' arrow.

I am waiting for you, my love, hour by lonely hour,

You the one with the iron Will, you hold all my power.

Pure Gold

I have at times woken to pure golden glory,

Bathing in the emerald fields with a vibrant glow,

Glinting on the seas like sparkling diamonds,

More dazzling to mine eyes than the sun-soaked snow.

Then to my heart cometh my love's glory,

That causes me to burn even brighter than the sun,

His fire reaching every nodule of my being,

I live true wonder from the moment he descends upon me,
Comes like the Lion of Judea and growls in pure joy,
Nothing else can match that splendour

He manifests when entering my abode,

His touch like a bolt of Thor's lightning,

Could force open even a velvet flower to bloom.

Left alone in oppressive gloom, when all too soon he departs,
Most troubled I toil to assuage my grieving heart.

Desolation

Gone from my sight, 'tis unbearable,

Replaying in my head your last words, over and over,I can detect no hint this devastation was coming,

My days seem lacklustre, all spark of joy gone, 

A diamond solitaire, without any gleam,

A crisp Winter's morn, with no twinkling frost,

A dry riverbed, with no life-giving stream.

Alone in this darkness, bereft of thine will I would command,

Clouds banked all around, no golden sunlight,

All sense of direction, all purpose, gone,

Did I miss some gesture, some sign,

Some allusion that soon you were leaving.

I know you would not in full will cause me this pain,

My tears, alas, flow from the heart and not from my brain.

Awakening

My senses are all a blur.
Feeling increasingly frantic
With each moment that passes by ...
And thou art the reason why.
Sitting and smiling, when quietly all alone,
You creep into my thoughts again, and again,
My mind no longer my own.
You are a pure pool of creative power, so calm and
Buddha-deep,
Awakening my intellect, from its uninspired slumber.