A Kiss
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First kiss,
will o’ the wisp! a dream dreamt over and over, drawing the child through the imagination to a sense of life eternal:- and the primal urges of a creative spirit, lips on lips, touch on touch, be getting life. My poems are those kisses! So often, I wake with the words on my lips, that I hardly know how to claim them. Gifts from a world beyond,- a world that is timeless, and yet concurrent, parallel for a while with our small race, encouraging with words of wisdom and truth, and tastes of bountiful joy. Eternity may be all around us, but it is through dream, or prayer, that I most feel its presence- touching and caressing, embracing me, as I sleep. And as I wake, I grasp the words And rush to write them down before they evaporate, like the murmured breaths of a lover, back into eternity! (March ’08) ******************************** Note: I often wonder where my poetry comes from. It is a constant surprise to me, and yet it expresses how I feel. It expresses feelings I have not been conscious of, until I started writing. Others may write of Heaven and angels, but I have chosen not to because religious words can become hacked about and limited by public perception. They can become tired. Sometimes we just need new words to express old truths! We’ve come to perceive eternal life as being genderless. If earth is a physical extension of the imagination of The Eternal (God, if you will), then our perception of touch as earthy, sex as “merely” animal instinct, is not accurate and wrongs The Divine. |