"To fall..."

And the wild flowers, the red clover,
lean in the wind, as if listening
to the passing song of the vagrant traveller.

Will you be there, to catch me,
when I fall, drop from the arms
of the mid-day moon,
esurient, nearly insatiable, uncertain,
hoping you will steady me…

To the lap of the broad-bound earth
I have been dropped,
released for a while from
the craving wandering
that so often possesses my path
and casts my way through
metropolis and meadow.

Torn and tired from wind and water,
hoping you mean I can sleep
through the night,
I will lean in your love
like a breeze-bent flower,
listening to your heartbeats like
vagrant verses…

Do you mean I can dream about
moon-bred moments,
siroccous singing and lightless beds?
I listen for the bells that
mark the morning,
dreading their voices,
for they can extinguish this hope.

Will I find, upon waking,
that my wounds from the fall
are all healed?
Will I find, upon rising,
that their declarations
have not destroyed
the haven you are?

I have hoped, against hope,
wished beyond my wisdom,
that you existed, breathed,
were bred for my desire
and are for me and my life.

My foundations have been wrecked;
only you will lift me up.
My soul has been gutted,
only you fill me up.

I need someone to love me,
as long as the day,
as long as the night,
to follow the course
of my blood and the luminous bodies.

Am I wrong for my wanting,
this blind and heartsick vision?
Have you fulfilled the prophecy
of lunar longings and mythic desires?

I wait for the moment to end,
to realize the answers to my questions:
how can I be wrong for
craving what’s intended;
yes, you have answered the
mysterious inquiry.

And again I fall, but to sleep,
in the contentment of your being,
the knowledge of your reality
and the resolution of your love.

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04.22.02
MWL (as MCW)