Speak to me of Love – a poem

Sometimes ‘it’ happens: my mind fills up with a memory, a dream, a feeling and images translate into free-flowing words.  Sometimes that becomes a string of free verse, as in the following.  Like riding a wild horse, I just go with the flow; let it take me where it chooses.

        [a poem by Sha’Tara]

Please speak no more to me
of the terrible things inhabiting your old dreams
for I have been too much a child of woe
My life, my dear life but a heartbeat
and then to die and not know why
except it is the way of things so
I’m told and must believe for yesterday
I saw a dead child on the seashore.

Please speak from a sea of promise then
for that is what I need today to drown in
and the feelings engendered in my heart
by honeyed words from guileless lips
these I wish to know in desire of sorrow and joy
For while I’m loved I do not think of death
but live in peace, rocked in a coracle
whose hull is weaved in strands of hope.

Do not speak to me of aging and passing
not today, for I am young and just got here
and barely do I know this world
I’ve not seen what there is to be seen
My senses are as those of a virgin
innocent even of the taste of a first kiss
full of wonder, stepping forth hesitant
as a kitten on a freshly watered lawn.

Let me taste the water in the fountain
at the center of the park and soaking wet
walk barefoot in the grass
stain my fingers with a dandelion stem
smile at a baby on a blanket
tugging on its mother’s jet-black hair, laughing
silly, pure, trusting, fragile, brittle.

Love me, love me, love – oh! love me
it’s all I want, all I need, all I’ll ever need
Let Occam’s Razor shave off the space
that lies discomfortingly between us
Don’t explain, don’t think about it for love
is crazier than I am, so easily lost
in kaleidoscopic images of
what could be, should be, would be
yet may so easily never be, lost
among layers of phantasmal fears
confused desires, twisted urges.

Live with me, in me, as I in you
though we seem so far apart in time
for love’s thorns have pierced my heart today
when you smiled and laughed a promise
A breeze stirred lambent honeysuckle
and having satisfied my hungry longing
with soothing words from reddened lips
in your masterful confidence now speak to me
skillfully, playfully, artfully of death, love

Then to the home you have readied for me
where I will, where I must (for do I not love?)
wait eternally, ethereal in endless labyrinths
among your silent catacombs tending ghosts.

 

 

 

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14 thoughts on “Speak to me of Love – a poem

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      So sorry, you comment slipped by me… if you’re still around, disappearing me, thank you, a year plus later…

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  1. Amrita

    I wish that every word you’ve written transforms into reality for you in the coming year. Happy new 365 days 🙂

    Reply
  2. Sha'Tara Post author

    Thank you… and while I’m responding to you, Amra, lo those many years ago, in the early days of my schooling with the Teachers, one of them was called Amrad. This was a young time traveller who’s specialty was collecting information on “future earth” and passing on some of that information in my mind using “thought forms” which I had to translate. It wasn’t a great future, but at least earth had one. I don’t know if the name “Amrad” means anything in conjunction with your own name. Just a thought. I’m always looking for “etheric” connections between people, mostly through names. I have been taught that all names are connection points, none are meaninglessly or accidentally given. They can, however, be wrong, as in my case, so I changed mine. In tribal days, young people coming of age had to undergo certain tests and discover their “real” names, the names that would connect them to their power totems and guide them through life. Wouldn’t it be nice to have such an option today? It makes one wonder, as a species, and society, have we not actually severely regressed, particularly in the last hundred years or so?

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  3. Imran Ali

    ‘In that moment I realised why tongues were caged behind teeth. Tongues, like all vicious creatures, need to be guarded.’

    Reply

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