How Much Will You Love Me In Heaven?

 

How Will You Love Me in Heaven?

(Dedicated to my grandmother, Mary Katherine Way)

 

Shall I keep you in my heart forever,

And shall we kiss above the sun,

Shall we take our every measure,

Or shall we merely greet our God?

 

Will we bring our tidings with us,

And shall we know our hearts then,

Or will we be like strangers captured,

In the notes of Heaven’s song.

 

Will you love me dear, forever,

Or will I make thy full heart ache,

Will I stab it with my censure,

Will I tear it down for comfort?

 

Will you miss me in the morning?

Will you brush your teeth at night,

Will you dally, as you always,

Found the need to, when I leave?

 

Will I enter into Heaven,

With my key limp at my side,

And will you remind me to take it,

Will it play upon our minds?

 

Will I be forgetful, as,

I always had that penchant,

And will you annoy with my naggings,

Or will we be strangers once more?

 

When we enter into Heaven,

How will all our children be?

Will they spend our whole cash earnings,

And love us, as you love me?

 

When we finally get to Heaven,

How much will you still love me?

Will we embrace for life eternal,

And will you be inclined to kiss me?

 

Oh my dearest, how much will you love me,

When we finally get to Heaven?

 

 

One Bittersweet Kiss

~ * One Bittersweet Kiss ~ *

(Dedicated to Tiffany Bigger)

 

My feet seemed to grace-

As light as skates glide,

Over this dainty shore,

Casting their own lines through,

This bittersweet image.

 

It speaks its own insignia,

As my heart begins to,

Thump with zealous life-

Before I begin to fly,

Across the glorified context,

Where an explosive snow of secrets waken,

To gather at the snow banks where,

My secrets seem to lie in mounds,

Which fill this prism-need.

 

And my-

Lust explodes within my chest while I tremble-

As an inner sparkle,

Dotting the grounds meets,

A translucent glow,

Of a glinting new imagery,

As I watch the bedroom mirror,

And you lean in to kiss me . . .

Knowing that it’s our last for all eternity ~ *

Forever

~ Forever ~

 

You turned once as

I swept around to give you-

One last look,

Before you walked away to cast,

Me just a burning glance aside me,

welcoming the night to your eyes, instead.

 

Years later my mind now,

Begins to wander in the sea of-

That night your shadowed feet traveled

Stepped over my mind as it,

Melds in an ethereal path over your eyelids,

Your walk now flowing in a stream of,

Nostalgic images which tear my soul,

 and my mind embraces your sweet-

Daring-bloyish blush once again-

 

Which you never wanted me to see,

The tears that clung to your,

Eyelids and swept down that,

Clavicle you’d exposed to me when I,

Tucked you in that sullen night,

That fateful, tearing damaged image,

Of our journey that broke by dawn-

 

Beautified glories for so much ravaged,

Time since then I’ve had to endure-

 

Oh me!

How my mind cries after those years.

 

My heart gives a small twitch-

An ache as though to remind my conscious,

While my toes flee, race to the edges,

Of the ocean’s waters and my,

Blood begins to beat in unexplained,

Weary, saddened, longing beats.

 

And my eyes are opened,

As the abused years now trample on,

All of my dying strength with red-clad pictures-

Rattling my grandiose image which I’d-

In negligence created.

 

All of my ideas fall away with one harsh,

Sweeping storm,

That leaves me shaking as the raw,

Pain of truth, like a blinding light from God,

Envelops me in at the last.

 

Aging beauty has is now like,

A weak, cut-out picture,

That a rippling colt seems-

To offer as it suckles the dying offer,

Of sweet, much-coveted milk . . .

 

I hug myself tightly.

 

Then my eyes arise and I-

See your image gliding towards me-

Shivering from the soft folds,

Of a pink-cheeked, rosy, sun-cast sky,

In the far distance before I-

Close my eyes, in utter bliss and my,

Shaking begins to subside,

As my legs finally stretch out to-

The endless sea of my dreams and truth   

That I’d long forgotten.

 

I indulge in the sea as you take me,

And the beauty of Heaven rings out,

In a joyous grandeur and thunders with,

The herald of a million angels.

Who glance upon my slowly blistering

Red, weather-beaten jewels,

Caring not for their much refined grace,

And they begin to transform before me,

An array of spectrum rainbows become,

Burnished fires cast aside,

Now falling in the sea of old dreams.

 

And my hands and my ears feel loaded,

Until I throw them all off-

Coming to you at last in the sea,

And my dreams take over my spirit,

In my joyous rapture.

 

The facades and wearies of life,

Now cast onto the stone,

And sweep my back away, arching,

Towards all the jewels of eternal life,

In a rose-azure, pearl-laced, rising dawn,

Where my soul is measured up with another’s,

And we keep each other . . .

Hold each other, dance, dance forever,

Within the,

Grace of a new dawning.

Mad Steed

Mad Steed ~

My blood is furiously racing,

tingling with red wires,

raving horses mad and driving pillars,

crashing me through buildings-

squeezing me through a crazed path,

horribly squeezed on a trek,

upon a wide drift-

I am flying over the hills in a mad race,

and cannot seem to find my pace,

my desire is hanging in the eaves,

upon some shallow world unseen . . .

I am riding, I am breaking, 

away on the back of a mad horse,

that cannot stop for patience-

it is a furious steed that-
takes my heart's silence,

so I no longer recognize its beat-

Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp.

A Prayer of Mercy and Tears

A Prayer of Mercy and Tears ~

Sending me into rivulets. . .

 Shall make rivers of love,

But I am-

Merely crying in the dark blithely,

Where I will fold enfold a boy,
of my own to hold,

Child that suckles my tears,

Which flow like soft crescents,

Down over my soft petal-cheeked,
face that he'd once called rose-washed,

dusk or flower-

Which had a sunlight glow attached

One that makes me feel whole-

 

As I lie down for my baby’s sake,

And whisper sweet nothings,

In his ear that he lends me,

Making me wish for one instant,

Only an instant in time I do not gain . . .

That I, his poor mother in,

Such a verily lone state,

Would be able to-
be a whole person again,

But my tears are mercy rivers,

Yet to be granted-

Not shame, so I know

That God will finally form anew my tears,

And hide those which are grief,

With love-lights that bloom upon-

My cheeks he called ‘petals,’

And fill me with goodness and light-

His mercy drawing my pain askance,

As I lie down here,

Huddled to my breast, with my own child-

Where I shall not break,

So please my God-

Do not let me break,

And if not for me-

Take away from him my pain,
In Jesus's name I say,
Amen to my King.~

The Last Sound

 
~ The Last Sound ~

Life is a composer,

who grates his strings above,

in a harmony of black,

one I cannot discern.

He transposes with enigma,

a pretty sound of escape,

drags me into a wholesome,

lovely world . . .

filled with eternal bliss,

that turns slowly into buzzing.

And then He cries out with despair-

as His strings develop fervent,

passion which builds up to a harsh climax,

carrying me into the plaintive sound-

that has become dead to-

beauty's sweet expanse,

nothing but a freak buzzing,

one long, continuous whine-

which invokes a sheer terror

  . . .

I look down, and finger my box,
of music given to my on-

the last day of my life,

This tiny counterpiece to my heart filled,

with my memories that rest upon,

me singing softly and in my ear . . .

But I cannot hear the music,

it takes me to a place unknown,

a break from life, signal death,

a strong, black sound filled with terror,
and full of mere guise,

then suddenly the game is up-

and this sound is the last one that I hear.