Prayer of autumn

Prayer of autumn

Like an autumn tree
Clinging desperately
To its last golden leaf

I tried to hold you,
My love

From the wind of time

I grasped you to my heart
I gazed at you
With the craving eyes of my soul

Begging you to stay
Telling you
My garden was your home.

I ripped the veils from my heart
I allowed the burqa of my soul
To slip to the ground

And I shivered as I revealed
The nakedness of my love
For you

I laid my heart
At your feet

I raised my eyes
From the ground

But I was too late
The winter wind had stolen

The last leaf
Of your feelings
For me

And as that
Last
Lingering
Leaf
Landed
On the frozen wastes
Of our love

I cried
Because there was nothing else
To do

Without you.

I am waiting
For the spring.

I am waiting
For your leaves to blossom

On my tree.

And when
We bloom again,

My love

Your leaves
Will be sacred
And safe

With me.

Love,

Howling Lamb

No God but her

No God but her

There is no God in Heaven
God is her smile
God is the touch of her hand
God is the gleam of her eyes
Her words are my Koran
God is the beauty of her dance
God is the memory of her caress
God does not dwell in the heavens above
She dwells in the chambers of my soul
Forever.
The time I spent with her is my Heaven
The day I see her again is my resurrection
She doesn't know she's divine.
She doesn't need to.
I know.

Howling Lamb

The Call

The Call

Call it a kiss but when her lips met mine
She gave the kiss of life to my soul

Call it a hug but when she embraced
I held the whole world in my arms

Call it a caress but she touched me
She lit the furnace of my heart

Call it a wave but when she signalled goodbye from the back seat of her brother's car
My heart struck the iceberg of terror
As my soul drowned in my tears
As I watched her face turn away from me for the last time
And the last I saw of her
Was her Eve-long black hair
Stream merrily through the open back window
As she set off on the happiest journey of her life
To find herself
By losing me

And as I watched the ten week love of my life
Drift away from me on the ocean of her duty
Through the noise of the traffic and the wail of my tears
I heard, the laughter and squeals
Of the joyful children
We would never have."


Howling Lamb