The Path of Beauty Less Traveled [This is from 2002]
Softly, I tread the path of memory, seeking, my thirst in dire need of quenching/tender graces of blossoming youthful innocence/burgeoning into sad debasement by senseless disobedience/Indolence to the powers which formed thy glorious visage/Arrogance ‘gainst poets and splendorous love.
This path of beauties blessing into degeneration/is all too frequently a course of consummation/You alone stand out amidst a crowd of thorns and such/A single rose blossom hidden in the brush.
Threatening to choke, were the despicable weeds of lust and vanity/The sweet naivety of righteous youth before its birth to this world of depravity/As the Venus of Botticelli, born of shell and sea/Surrounded by earth and mortal corruption/Pure and unblemished she remained.
Amidst the tempest of immorality/A constant ship without need of a sure/Able to navigate the rough winds of treachery/And the unyielding waves of deceit/could not overcome her virtues strength.
A beacon of radiant affections truth/So all the universe may bear witness to/The light of tender grace so bright in her youth/Which even time cannot dim.
A Rose Amidst the Waterfall [Written for my wife shortly before out wedding]
Our days in life are few and not so far away/And barely register upon the abacus of time and space/This mortal coil is worth the more of less we make of it/This loves we share is worth much more than this.
Uncountable, beyond any mortal method of numbering/Lie the futures and horizons left for reckoning/Within our grasp but only if our hands remain entwined/Rest the greatest blessings yet, they are ours to find.
Yet, before we make these treasures/Of truth and mirth and joy, ours to claim/First there is a promise to be made between us/Or else all is lost before it’s gained.
Promise me these same words and we shall take this oath as one/Swear to me upon your heart and soul and all that you hold dear/Life is all too short for waiting and wonders go as they come/Fleeting from the eyes and evading the grasp of those who do not swear:
“I’ve a lifetime, yes it’s true, but one lifetime is too few /In number of days and passing years to spend sweetly with you/So I shall endeavor in all my moments of pain and joy, great or small/To pluck sweet memories like a rose amidst the waterfall.
Tomorrow is ours together, and it shall always be/But yesterday will remain tucked closely within reach/But it shall not distract from all that’s left to come/There’s futures for the making, there’s living to be done.
I am yours and you are mine beneath the heavens blue/This has always been and shall always be the simplest of truths/Our bodies are but a vessel and our souls have always been one/When time comes for heaven, that’s just more time for us to spend in love.”
Hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the “/” marks, the editor wouldn’t let me single space the poems and it took up too much space double spaced.