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
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Sunday, November 23, 2008
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
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
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