In re: Gibran on Love

i submit myself to love’s threshing floor
and i am yours to knead as you please
i bleed willingly and joyfully for you
and i wake at dawn everyday
feeling the misery of being without you
but i give thanks for another day
of being able to love you
in the middle of the day i pause
and think of you
and meditate on your love’s ecstasy
when i lay down to sleep
it is your name that I silently whisper into the night
you are my heart




It rained when I loved you
A fine mist rose
out of the fog
slowly drizzling over my skin

Like words it slowly
gently increasing with every drop
dimpling into my being as it fell

Now it is a downpour
Drenched to the bone
I am soaked
Wet through and through

Silent Pause

Peach Sky

At any given time
A thought would come
And I would stop and pause
I look out the window and miss you

A song
A phrase that reminds me of you
Makes me pause, emotions wash over me
It courses through me and overtakes me

A snow flake falling
A carrot hued sky
A verdant green hill
A quietly shimmering sea

They all make me pause
I catch my breath
because my heart is full and heavy
and I succumb to the weight of your love