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[Yume]

Yellow Eyes

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

Šo rakstu rediģēja Reiki: 07.12.2004 14:08

[iMiS™]

I know I cannot wait for you forever.
In fact, I will not even try to wait.

If I can’t love you in the present moment,
then I cannot in truth love you at all,
for loving is a right now kind of thing.

And though for months or more we must be parted,
because your life is miles away, encumbered
by hard sad times whose end is not in sight,
the sun each morning rises on the both of us,
and waiting isn’t what it’s all about.

But not to love you never was an option,
so I’ll just have to practice on my own.

You told me once, one way you knew I loved you
was by the way my bed was always made,
even when you dropped by unexpectedly.

I still do that, first thing every morning,
even though I know you won’t be over,
because I know that’s how you’d like to see me,
living in a clean and tidy place,
no dishes in the sink, no piles of laundry—
I know you care about that kind of thing.

I like to think you may be wondering
if I’m still living as I did before,
and even if you may not ever know,
your caring is excuse enough for me.

You told me once that you could see my love
in the way I worked at looking nice for you,
caring for my body, wearing stylish clothes
you picked out for me in the shops you favor.

Well, I still walk, and watch the way I eat,
and I still wear the things I know you like.
I sigh sometimes, wanting you to see them
and make approving noises in your throat.

I often wonder if I still look like
that man you loved to dress, and to undress,
but even though I may not ever know,
I’m certain that’s the man I want to be.

And do you wonder now if I am still that man
whose hands would please you by their confidence,
whose lips would so arouse you with their worship?

Or could I, missing now the invitation
in your eyes, your skin’s sweet inspiration,
forget the prayers my being offered yours?

But neither you nor any other woman
taught me touch, but life its very self,
which even now in solitude embraces.

Guided by a single candle’s light,
like a rosary my fingers can recite
with full reverence every contour of your flesh.

In a cold ripe peach’s shocking sweet excesses,
yielding bursting daring me to take it all,
my mouth still sings your body’s silent praises.

My torso as I don a fine silk shirt
recalls your hands, incomparably tender,
and practices the thrill of my surrender.

But most of all, I practice loving you
in all the joys of living which we always
knew for blessings, praised in joyful laughter,
all of life’s adventures and surprises,
no matter how mundane, nor how exotic.

With you, more than with any former lover,
I comprehend the richness of our world,
because with you alone can I share all of it,
knowing you will never fail to grasp
each graceful new delight we find to savor.

So even now, though you are gone from sight
and cannot yet say when or even whether
will come the consummation of our dreams,
my life bears your indelible impression;
and though I lie down every night alone,
I sleep and wake within a world possessed,
haunted by your unseen immanence.

So fear not that I wait for you. I do not
wait but live, and by my life I love.

In every conversation, every friendship,
every word recited, sung, or written,
I practice the awareness of your presence,
practice the sure knowledge of your caring,
practice sharing life’s abundant blessings.

No, my love, I swear I do not wait for you.
But if you do come back, I will be ready.