Oh!
Has this truth been truly seen!
But a glimpse into a floating sea
of strange reality,
but a knowing truer than true can be!
Who is Shakespeare?
That terrible, desperate soul,
falling,
falling,
landing evermore in the stories
of aching romance and tragedy?
I am Shakespeare.
I am the writer.
I am the lover.
And so are you, love.
So are you,
lover of passionate life
and love.
If I hold your hand still,
if I paint your world bright,
if I sing you my songs
will you love,
will you love me?
If I answer your needs
with a need of my own,
If I paint your world bright,
If I sing you my songs
will you love,
will you love me
love?
I will always be here.
Feeling this depth of life,
remembering how much I have loved
and lost
and never regretted a moment.
Life has never attacked me,
though I’ve been broken by its force
many a time.
I try to remember:
on the other side of fear and pain,
there lives love.
Always, there lives love.
And my goodness.
I have loved.
Darling.
I have loved beyond it all.
I will whisper my softness to you every night.
I will whisper my softness.
To you.
It is the softest kiss
lingering within a dream.
A wish of the soul to be held.
Arms that lay bare.
Eyes on a wall.
It is quiet, it is searching
all around
for you,
my love,
for you.
And what if the day of you
arrives in my arms?
Will my soul shout
yes
I know it is you!
like it sweetly shouted
once before?
Will it be love, my love?
Will it be you?
They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender.
How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe.
How sweet it was, just to be.
Side by side.
Alive.
Grip my body in darkness
and I will show you
your soul.
May the black of the air around us
swirl
with scarlet dreams
and indigo flight.
If I sit with you.
On the patio,
by the sunflowers.
If I find you
with my soft and steady gaze.
If I give you my heart,
if I whisper your name
will you hold me?
In the arms of a dream
will you hold me,
love?
Hold me with your eyes.
Feed my aching night,
lover sweet,
and I will be
your spin
and tumble
and roll
into the haze
of the forgotten day.
The air around me
soars
with the thrilling madness
of you.
Take me to the sky.
Dance
with me
tonight.
There is a softness between us.
I gaze, but I do not see you first.
I feel you, first.
I know you,
first,
down to the bones that hold you.
I would ask for a kiss,
but I see it there
waiting
in your eyes.
Those eyes.
Bring me those eyes, one more time,
forever.
Bring me my medicine,
oh, sweet love!
What cruel, dark night
is this that finds me?
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