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Praying for Love
- Praying for Love -
I wonder, sometimes, at why fate is so cruel,
In separating us from the ones we love most…
And I wonder who creates the harshest rule:
That separates us in death, leaving only a ghost!
Ghosts of memories, people, places and things,
Some which soothe and some which do sting…
Until we burn within from yearning with our all.
I still hear my beloved’s voice, its’ haunting call,
Reminding me that it was she I so loved before.
Yet I never met her yet in this current life, mine,
And others I loved left me wishing, for more…
For the missing piece of me, for which I pine.
As complete as I am, I still am not fully whole,
Without my love at my side, heavens to extol!
Am I being unfaithful to those lovers, fleeting?
Nay, for my heart belongs to my soul’s mate!
I found her not in them, and so I keep seeking,
Praying that time makes it not come too late…
Wishing the hour was upon me, my aching over.
I ache to hold her in my arms, to share a kiss,
To walk with her, to pick a single green clover:
To place it in her palm and sing to her of bliss!
She had so many faces down through the ages,
As did I, when in countless guises we did meet.
Thinking of my loneliness, my soul hotly rages,
At each lonely dawn that mine eyes do greet!
Where lies the magic in a sunrise spent pining?
Better, at the table of love to be forever dining.
Flashes of memory come to me in evening’s tide,
Ebbing, flowing, crashing upon my mind’s shores.
I cannot shield my sight from them nor ever hide,
From the ghosts of the past, old loves and wars!
Oh princess mine, was it yesterday I first met thee,
One time of many, such as that which I now state:
In thy palace: in Ys, in that great city by the sea…
One place of many, where I met my soul’s mate?
Naught now remains of that city, drowned deep,
Until history became legend: then mythical tales…
Kept the old things remembered, never to sleep.
But the beauty that was, before even thee pales!
When thy name was Dahut, thou were an angel,
Made flesh, a goddess incarnated on this Earth.
I remember the ringing of thy temple’s high bell,
In honor of the old ways and thy beauty’s worth!
Why does that life, that moment, stay so keen?
So clear in my memory as if it hath just occurred!
So many things art that way, which I have seen,
And see still, for my inner sight, is never blurred.
Better it be night eternally; let day be far away.
The sun holds no candle, to light of her eyes…
Whichever color they will be, whatever it may,
Please the gods to send me in sweet surprise!
I wouldst be happy to gaze upon that light only,
And never see the sun again, if it is the price…
Which I must pay to create for us, our destiny:
To let us dance together again, in fire and ice.
I have walked through those elements in time,
Seeking her in every one, whilst forgetting not:
The taste of her lips, and our love, my wine…
Which is sweet within me, in deed and thought.
Sweeter than grapes or pomegranates juicy…
My kiss wouldst be, a gift to her so blessedly!
I long to share it with her, to feel her warmth,
As we sit and laugh and jest about cosmic joy.
Every moment wouldst be new, like our first,
And I wouldst give her all the love I employ!
I still remember, all the names that were hers,
And mine as well, even before human words.
What name will she bear; must I so rehearse:
The poetry I will recite to her, in soft verse…
To remind her of our eternal love, as so it is?
Come to me soon my darling; I am waiting…
Preparing thy place at my side, and also this:
Room in my heart, which is ever anticipating,
The hour when our fingers touch once again!
Goddess, be swift, and to me my love send.
I wonder, sometimes, at why fate is so cruel,
In separating us from the ones we love most…
And I wonder who creates the harshest rule:
That separates us in death, leaving only a ghost!
Ghosts of memories, people, places and things,
Some which soothe and some which do sting…
Until we burn within from yearning with our all.
I still hear my beloved’s voice, its’ haunting call,
Reminding me that it was she I so loved before.
Yet I never met her yet in this current life, mine,
And others I loved left me wishing, for more…
For the missing piece of me, for which I pine.
As complete as I am, I still am not fully whole,
Without my love at my side, heavens to extol!
Am I being unfaithful to those lovers, fleeting?
Nay, for my heart belongs to my soul’s mate!
I found her not in them, and so I keep seeking,
Praying that time makes it not come too late…
Wishing the hour was upon me, my aching over.
I ache to hold her in my arms, to share a kiss,
To walk with her, to pick a single green clover:
To place it in her palm and sing to her of bliss!
She had so many faces down through the ages,
As did I, when in countless guises we did meet.
Thinking of my loneliness, my soul hotly rages,
At each lonely dawn that mine eyes do greet!
Where lies the magic in a sunrise spent pining?
Better, at the table of love to be forever dining.
Flashes of memory come to me in evening’s tide,
Ebbing, flowing, crashing upon my mind’s shores.
I cannot shield my sight from them nor ever hide,
From the ghosts of the past, old loves and wars!
Oh princess mine, was it yesterday I first met thee,
One time of many, such as that which I now state:
In thy palace: in Ys, in that great city by the sea…
One place of many, where I met my soul’s mate?
Naught now remains of that city, drowned deep,
Until history became legend: then mythical tales…
Kept the old things remembered, never to sleep.
But the beauty that was, before even thee pales!
When thy name was Dahut, thou were an angel,
Made flesh, a goddess incarnated on this Earth.
I remember the ringing of thy temple’s high bell,
In honor of the old ways and thy beauty’s worth!
Why does that life, that moment, stay so keen?
So clear in my memory as if it hath just occurred!
So many things art that way, which I have seen,
And see still, for my inner sight, is never blurred.
Better it be night eternally; let day be far away.
The sun holds no candle, to light of her eyes…
Whichever color they will be, whatever it may,
Please the gods to send me in sweet surprise!
I wouldst be happy to gaze upon that light only,
And never see the sun again, if it is the price…
Which I must pay to create for us, our destiny:
To let us dance together again, in fire and ice.
I have walked through those elements in time,
Seeking her in every one, whilst forgetting not:
The taste of her lips, and our love, my wine…
Which is sweet within me, in deed and thought.
Sweeter than grapes or pomegranates juicy…
My kiss wouldst be, a gift to her so blessedly!
I long to share it with her, to feel her warmth,
As we sit and laugh and jest about cosmic joy.
Every moment wouldst be new, like our first,
And I wouldst give her all the love I employ!
I still remember, all the names that were hers,
And mine as well, even before human words.
What name will she bear; must I so rehearse:
The poetry I will recite to her, in soft verse…
To remind her of our eternal love, as so it is?
Come to me soon my darling; I am waiting…
Preparing thy place at my side, and also this:
Room in my heart, which is ever anticipating,
The hour when our fingers touch once again!
Goddess, be swift, and to me my love send.
Published 18th Nov 2014
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18th Nov 2014 2:41am
Love. How we seek it throughout our life and beyond. The perfection is fleeting or maybe a single breath to say I am happy. I wonder about it all...beautiful poem as always, Jessica.
18th Nov 2014 6:51am
I am glad you enjoyed the poem, dear Grace! Love is a powerful force, my friend... it can at times be as fleeting as a single breath or a moment of pure happiness, and in other moments it can be as truly eternal as the waters of the sea and the stars of the heavens. In that way, love is like a flower that blooms in its' season and comes again and again each year despite winter's best attempts to make it seem as if that flower had never been and might never come again. But every year, the flower always rises anew, and love too can return in similar splendor and no less perfect glory. I think we all wonder at such things, but that too is love's power... to make us wonder and ponder and sing, as I sing through my poetry. :)
18th Nov 2014 2:52am
Yours is a voice from a much more romantic past. Makes me want to go back in time. Meanwhile, I hope your prayers are answered.
18th Nov 2014 6:58am
Thank you, Crowfly! You have a good heart to be moved by such romance, and you are kind to wish for my happiness also. Methinks much has been lost in these modern times, and such romance as I write of, and such romantic notions as I oft espouse in my poetry, are amongst those things that people have forgotten. In my own humble way, I like to think my words can help those who read them to remember the things that are missing in the world today, and to learn of the beauty of love and all of the many virtues that arise from it and which in turn make it more splendid. And, in more personal poems such as this one... I can share the prayers I pray, the hopes I harbor, and the dreams of love that I dream. They say that prayers are like wishes imbued with blessed power. If that be the case, then perhaps my prayer will reach divine ears and so be heeded! And in the meantime, I strive never to lose my faith both in my dreams and in love as well. :)
21st Nov 2014 3:40am
Brings me back to the days of my youth in small village in Wisconsin.
An ethnic enclave of French Canadians, daily mass was often attended by those who lost love, and those that were looking for it. Prayers for both, were marked by lighting a candle at the prayer altar.
A lot of wax got melted for love.
And more than one mother was praying in proxy for her daughter.
A reoccurring joke was, "I need someone to love, before mom lights so many candles she'll end up burning St. Anne's to the ground.
An ethnic enclave of French Canadians, daily mass was often attended by those who lost love, and those that were looking for it. Prayers for both, were marked by lighting a candle at the prayer altar.
A lot of wax got melted for love.
And more than one mother was praying in proxy for her daughter.
A reoccurring joke was, "I need someone to love, before mom lights so many candles she'll end up burning St. Anne's to the ground.
A charming story, Snugglebuck! I can totally picture all those people lighting all those candles and praying for love with so much fervor that one might think so many candles would burn down that little church. Tee-hee-hee! :D But of course where love is concerned, so much faith and hope is all for a good and worthy cause. Hey, what's a bit of wax compared to a single candle lit for a bit of hope? I've lit more than a few in my time also. Thanks for sharing that tale with us! It was rather romantic, in its' own silly little way. Often, it is such tales that are the most endearing when we think back on our youth! ;)
