January 9, 2007
To turn and walk away from you
Would be but mortal gesture
To end a thing that is never finished.
To wake and rise again with you
Would be pretending
That all is as it was before.
Was touching easy
Before the morning settled in.
We stumbled over stones,
Wandering ways that led us apart.
Much mystery is born,
Causing lovers to be torn.
Depart you, love, not away from me–
For a thing never finished
Must not so easy end.
Seek me when the wind is still,
Hold me hold me long,
And know that I am strong.
Forever will come back
Not to that which fragile is,
But to that which unending stays.
(Original work by T.M.M.)
January 8, 2007
Into that soft and silent shadow
Which illuminates instead of shades
Shall I seek to step inside
Into that silhouette of stilled storms.
Silence stills the soul of self
As some elusive sphere sustains me,
While echoes to sequels of insanities
Surrounds the spiritual life within.
Scorning steps of the past stampeding through the spheres of stillness
Come soaring through this soul of mine,
Relentless to succeed in scoring–
Stating my soul to it should stake.
Silent still I select one shadow–
That which shades or that which shines.
In one I shall stumble with shouts from the past;
In the other, remain sustained and anew at last.
My soul shall select as time spurns on.
Such choice is mine alone,
Sprees of indulgence from shadow to shadow come to an end.
The soul selects to which service surrender.
(an original work by T.M.M.)