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September 10th, 2006
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- To those who loving; wait
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I have always loved you…
Through the many days, and nights, and times
That you have left me;
Alone
You said,
“This is my last voyage,
with torn sails, I book my final passage
In the spring you’ll greet my safe returning
the spring is right for new tides renewing…”
I asked,
“When will you come back
do you at least know…..
That all the time lost to us
will never be recaptured?”
The spring has gone; a long time passed
And dead leaves of Fall crackle in the chimney
Seeing nature so pretty at this time
I suddenly lapse into old dreams,
Shivering for the warmth of you; and love
Your soul haunts me, yet I possess only emptiness
I will love you always….
And will hold you in my heart
You have gone; and now I must leave too
And from you, my devotions must depart
Into closets like vague shadows
That cannot tempt me more with their sore arts
I must return to the world and it’s marvels
And warm myself to another flame
I am not one who can die of sorrows
I don’t have the virtue of a sailor’s mate
“Why have you not come back ?”
Gabrielle Lenoir
9-10-06 |
| by gabrielle lenoir |
Author’s comments:
A reflection on an old french song that imprinted itself long ago, on my seveteen year young heart
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September 10th, 2006
Oh, please do take the time to write me
In successive whorls that fill each page
Not in staccato jots or titillations
Whose ejaculations so quickly fade
Opine to me electric urges
Conduct me with your wise baton
And the soul of your very life’s libretto
My lips will confess into love songs
Weave for me the kind of magic
That resonates where each word is hung
Like a harp whose harmonic beauty
Leaps alive when it’s heart is strummed
Bind me with a thread of splendor
From the spinneret of your dancing pen
Until I am bound into your web
And thus ensnared until The End
Keith Allen Scalf
6-30-03
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September 3rd, 2006
To know somone truly, is to reach past the superficial physicality of our common nature; to merge finally, into the more delicate regions beyond.
Perhaps, physicality is a pathway into into this place of grace, where the lucky enamored lead each other.
One thing I know….
To love a woman, a man must enter her. A man must first receive the blessing of opportunity. Then, by degrees, he must reach beyond the physical into a fragrant place of emotional sanctuary, where yearning dreams are born.
This is the place of supreme knowing; where in communion one is both knowing, and known.
It is a journey of trust, to the shared destination of sacred integrity.
Walk with me….
Keith Allen Scalf
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September 3rd, 2006
Love is such a curious thing:
Sometimes we pursue it with relentless urgency, never to
grasp it at all
Sometimes we have to let it have it’s own way, allowing it to
describe to our resless hearts that we had it the whole time;
unawares
Who can know when love will become our favored guest?
It becomes a cautionary tale, to comport ourselves with
hospitality; lest love search for happier lodgings
It is a wonder to me….
That we are not, sometimes: better hosts
Keith Allen Scalf
2003
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September 3rd, 2006
In secret arms and clandestine kiss
Thy words of love confess
And touch upon my tender heart
Your mystic soul’s caress
Join thy breath to whispered words
That urge my breast to swell
And take me, guide me, ease me, sweet !
To realms of love, exhaled
Keith Allen Scalf
10/2004
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September 3rd, 2006
10 years, 10 years;
And still the salt tears show:
Like rivers of living water that
Will always deeply flow
Our loved ones, so often remembered
These treasures of our past:
Are sinews wed to virtues;
That in our sanguine pulses last
From rivers of living water
We pause to drink our fill
Of raging rushing currents
And eddies whirling thrill
Still waters run deep,
And here our loves are cast:
Into pools of salt filled oceans
That live; and forever last
Oh, Life ! Oh Love, remembered !
In tears that fall like rain
That forever always nourish
But cannot drown our pain
Keith Allen Scalf
5-18-03
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September 3rd, 2006
Take me beyond memories,
Back..
When our love was grand
We’ll pick a path and make it last
For now, — I understand
You, were me,
And I, was me
There was no room for you
You, cried
I, lied
And now, you say we’re through
So, now we part
With broken hearts
You’ve lost the “me” in you
And now, I find
To late this time—
The good in me….
Was you
Keith Allen Scalf
5-06-03
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September 3rd, 2006
Sometimes, it can be appropriate to write about our pain. But, it important that our words describe more than the singularity of our pain. We can know what the words say, but what do our words say to sustain themselves, or to add commentary to the world at large? If our words have no point to them, aren’t then, our words pointless?
Our words may become nothing more than a hapless, empty gothic rant; all sounds and fury, that signify nothing. But whose rant is it anyway, and why?
Some words describe little more than the forced exposure of pain, from an undisclosed source; and from an undisclosed perspective. We must clear up our live’s ambiguity by adding lending flesh to our words. Otherwise, we are left only with a noisy skeleton of clattering bones that speak nothing more than:
Life sucks !
I suck
You suck
We suck
They suck
Tough luck
No luck
Down the drain…
Goes the pain
Don’t ask me
I dunno
Down we go!
Oh, no !
Nothing’s changed
All that was
Still remains….
Yikes ! Maybe, a little ambiguity is not always such a bad thing.
Keith Allen Scalf
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September 3rd, 2006
Strange how it is, isn’t it?
Some things in this life are so valuable,
That we can only get them for free.
Then, there are those other things;
That are so cheap,
That we end up paying for them our whole
Lives…..
And never pay enough
Keith Allen Scalf
2004
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September 3rd, 2006
Memories, are morsels prepared for us in the home place of our
Hearts
We chew through the sinews of this food; tasting for the flavors of love
Imparted by the hands that prepared it
Such are the ruminations of life, that nourish our soul’s
Peace
Keith Allen Scalf
2003
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