prayer to the Girl

This is a poem I wrote back in 2000. At that point I considered it my finest poem...and upon re-reading it, I still feel that way. It has been dedicated to every woman I have ever met, every woman I have yet to meet, and God. I hope you like it, friends. Comment what you think...have a great day. Peace.



prayer to the Girl

i have been grieving in my way
since before you were born

longing to see you form:
random molecules of dna
tossed on the wind in a
particular gemlike fashion
to fuse your soul and mine,
fragments shared throughout time
shocking my gray and still heart
to early life,
still overcome by heaven's passion

we need more time. put down
your gun, i will hurt you no more

as i'm drawn through the door
of your soul, through the forest
of pain in your eyes --
i am amazed, sometimes,
that you have ever been allowed
to rise.

at times i stagger beneath the weight
of my love for you
but i no longer mind
my fatigue flies, i am blind
to the agony
at the sound of your soul
the touch of your voice
the breath of your hand
my soul grows weak with the beauty
of things i no longer understand

the emptiness, the long years
the uncountable miles
placed between your soul and mine
my heart clings
to a vine of hope,
stretched thin but glimmering
in the cobalt blue night of my soul

and your love makes me whole,
the pieces fly together, fitting,
the long suffering ends,
another night begins -- eternal summer
blooming in your cheeks,
sighing through your hair,
dancing gracefully and ever
in the unkillable beauty of you

my soul changes hue. black,
replaced by red,
replaced by blue.
paralyzed by the morning sun
at night, the eagle at ease
in his golden flight, the naked truth
of you -- i fight to breathe,
unwilling to surrender this life.
the promises of paradise
hold nothing
beside even the thought of you

you speak to me at the times you please
and i am at rest, lying on the pillow that is
my portion, listening for you, drinking
every word, wasting nothing.
your least utterance
shakes my shattered soul down
to its knees

and the weight of years,
the grieving, the hurts committed,
the wounds gored and scarred,
the falls suffered through, the agony
of those loved, dead and gone --
the words and thoughts go on
but meaningless, meaningless
in the bright and utter glow
of you

we draw near the end.
impasse, immaterial
is time in the face of love.
my soul waits for you
in the green hills,
in the far lands,
across the cold, dark oceans,
in the dank and desolate cities,
the deep brown valleys,
the antiseptic hospital corridors,
the soaring, lighted archways,
the peaks of mountains
yet unformed -- i await
the union of our souls,
the sacred intersection of our hearts,
the mingling of our beings
to be born.