Second Poem

She is just another model--

These words spoken by the wise

But the image of this girl in my mind

Is also a guide

Why wait like the wise until you die?

Why not let go and flow,

Relax and be free

As each moment unfolds?

The girl takes my hand

When no other woman can

We set sail on a sea with no shores

I take the helm

She brings me coffee

I trim the sails

She bakes corn bread

The energy around her body is the wind

The waves are the ebb and flow of her emotions

I let go

The sky blackens

A lion squall crashes down

Rain flails my face

The hull is immersed in foamy crests

And then the storm is gone

The stars shine down

The Milky Way

The galaxy whirls on its way

The calm center of the seasons of life

The stillness that holds the ages in its grasp

These are the scent of her skin

My five senses turn within

The girl herself knows me not

But her heart sees who I am and says,

The two of us are one.

In poetry, the metaphor can take you no further

Than what the five senses perceive

I sense her energy and my energy

Are two clouds that join

Two rivers flowing together

Two lovers who have found each other

Don’t worry, I know the difference

Between metaphor and reality

But this I also know:

How to get through

The darkest places of the soul.