It's been a while!
Since I've been gone, I've gone and fallen in love. So here are two love poems written for someone very dear to me indeed.
Love
Where does love reside?
It is in the gracious caress of Faure or Rameau
or in the flickering fire of a Mendelssohn cadenza.
It is a sanctuary of Bach,
a final cadence ringing
into clear universal intensity
Or the tender entwining counterpoint
of that Sinding second movement we both love.
How does love unfold?
It begins
as the genesis of a symphony
a high-pitched tremolo
of half-forgotten longings
It continues
as a naive dance of differing harmonies
interwoven with clumsy and childlike perfection,
two musics resounding in wondering contact.
What is love?
Love is
a duet of listening,
A straining for the heartprint sound of another
in whose heart-chamber we find rest and refuge.
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John's Gospel
Love comes in a seed
which is planted into the soil
which is scattered into unexpected places
like the empty flowerbed of a violin box.
Love crosses oceans
Like black hole supernovae dust
exploded into the gold shower of Jupiter
and hides itself like buried treasure
in the hiding places of children.
Love blooms in the spring
Like the warm dance of conversation
of two minds alike in kind and substance
and lowers its roots into the corridors of memory.
Love is a game of peek-a-boo,
Of curious imitation I-love-yous.
Love is a string quartet
which has already taken flight
in me and you.
