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When The First Petals Of The Season Fell
Rose Colored Windows
I Have Forgotten You
I Have Forgotten You (2)
Rain, Leaves, Tears and Wings
Like the Lamb, I Have Feared the Blade
Beneath Orchids And Cherry Blossoms
As A Wave Is Drawn Through A Wave
Almost Silent, Like Seashells
The Ashes of Innocence
My Mouth Has Not Been Torn
Do Not Make Me Idle
Your Eyes
The Children Sleep
I Move Towards It Slowly
The Warmth Comes On
I Opened Myself
From The Deep Wells I Draw You Up
Barely Yet Accustomed To Summer
I Have Resigned Myself
Here Is My Inner Peace
Though Unaware Of All But You
Amen
I Am Waiting For The Light
Empty Of The Raven, Empty Of The Dove
The Morning Started Early
I Have Dreamed Of Hiding Away
It Has All Become The Deepest Of Echoes
Lift Up Your Eyes
I Move To You
I Do Not Wait
Why Not Dance Here Awhile?
We Will Always Need
Poetry
The River Of Sound
I Want To Take You There
Twelve Horses
It Is In The Distance
The Smallest Figure
Where Are You, Soft As Nails?
With Endless And Unknown Purpose
When The Rains Come Down
I Am Lost
Night Sonata
Whatever Was, Was
Shake The Trees Of Their Lemons
Death Awaits Everyone
Flowers To Earth
Like An Open Flower Gives Away The Sun
I Watched You In The Sun
The Revelation (A Broken Man)
Came Ages Within Ages
When the First Petals of the Season Fell
When the first petals of the season fell
Like the notes of a dying symphony
There I stood alone and without you
Lonely music stirring the river's edge
But you were always there, weren't you
In every book, leaf, or opening flower
Everything was imbued with your fragrance
And spoke to my longing beyond all repair
Now everything speaks to me of you
Every photograph of every stranger
Looks out at me with your eyes
But remain unsent letters in a drawer
You are a mystery to me, like shadows
Or a candle's dimly flickering silence
And dark chandeliers are my memories
Here beneath this Baroque cascade
The gusts of spring lifted all the flowers
Like Cinderella gathering up her satin gown
Just as you used to lift your hair to the side
While wondering if you were beautiful
Everything was yours to inherit
Every bird in flight, every cloud
And every single raindrop
I would have given to you
But now the season is over
Long buried beneath the snow's calligraphy
As here I gaze, out frosted windowpanes
To where the trees weep frozen tears
Rose Colored Windows
Rose colored windows illuminate the garden
Wherein far off dreams carry scents of Istambul
Now see how the flowers of her body cry out
For a drink of sun, for a drink of water
As the contrary fountain-fire refuses to blossom
And see how beneath Christ's suffering face
The ashes of every great work of art
Are lifted up in fragmented ascension
And see how the first snow within the cloister
Has collected in every bell-rung corner
And now all of the pearls are gathered up
and put into a basket to be carried beyond
As the bride and bridegroom go with them
On a great dias made of silk and elm
And that smells of myrhh and honey
Clim, climb all the way to Mecca
To be with the wisemen of old
As they gather beneath date trees by an oasis
Listen to the call of the morning prayers
From a tower raised into the dawn light
And now all the women come forth without their children
See them pulling their hair and gnashing their teeth
As they cry out to the long dead beloved one
Who promised to send a cool breeze forever
Through the gated gardens of paradise
Montreal, 2009
I Have Forgotten You
I have forgotten you, even before our end
Even my poetry could not disarm you
And all the dead poets I called upon
Could not bring you into my world
I hope all your prayers remain intact
I sold everything. Having no possessions
I sold myself; all to buy us a quiet eternity
Under the spreading blossom branch, so I
Could convince you that without the moon,
There would be no tide, and without the wind
No waves, and without the waves no sand
Summer came, and with it,
Proofs of my convictions
I took you by the hand and led you
Towards a truth I mapped out as a child
It was all there, this word, that gesture
I had no resources against your distance
But could never turn myself against you
You remained full of silence, like a stunned forest
While even the clocks began to sound their own end
And poems became merely a pilgrimage to amen
And then the vision ended perfectly
By your own hands, you made it perfect, imperfect
It got torn out, like a fish from a lake
Or a palm from fire, I have skilled myself enough
To draw out slowly
Now I have forgotten you
The way one forgets dreams, the way one
Forgets to dream, swept away in light
Or like the sound of a seashell
You hear ringing in your ear
But only if you listen with purpose
I could never sit here a thousand years
To bring you back to childhood
Or repaint your first love in the snow
I cannot whisper away rain
Or make your body sing once more
Hurry back to where the thirst began
Hurry these birds to flight, these blossoms
To flower, these clouds to rain
Everything closes again, wings, petals,
It must have been something this small,
And this perfect, that willed us apart
Toronto, 2000
I Have Forgotten You (2)
I tried to buy us an eternity
Under the spreading blossom trees
To show you what I'd dreamed as a child
Here in the springtime breeze
Then summer came along
And I took you by the hand
Showing you that without the moon no tide
And without the waves no sand
I never understood your distance
As clocks sounded the end of time
I couldn't turn away from you though
Nor save what we had with a r
hyme
But then the vision ended
Torn like a palm from a flame
Something I'd long learned to endure
Though you never burned the same
But still I can't forget you
Like a dream in morning's light
Or an ocean seashell's sound
You hear all alone in the night
I would sit here forever waiting
And repaint your first love in the sun
But I can't whisper away the rain
Or repair broken wings into one
I want to go to where the thirst first began
And make your body sing once more
Back to where these flowers first bloomed
And these birds first cried on the shore
For who can accept nature's design
When from love it wills us depart
As everything closes around us
Wings and petals and hearts
Rain, leaves, Tears and Wings
Rain, leaves, tears and wings
Everything falls eventually
Falls within itself, falls without
Then rises from some deep place
To become some other fallen form
The fields of wheat lay fallen
Fallen Kings upon their thrones
And Knights of ancient days
Who fell in great beauty
Beneath cascading banners
And the lovely daughters of Noah
Who gathered around him in his tent
As he lay there mumbling, drunk
His words no longer floating
Above the eternal flood
Now they are arisen
Every bird, every fish, every beast
Fallen into stones, into grass and dirt
There in a brief moment of pain
They stumble, as if confused
Like The Lamb, I Have Feared The Blade
Like the lamb, I have feared the blade
That turns above me there in the light
For I was never overthrown
On the high deep hills of sacrifice
As my vision mad father was
When I hid beneath his poised hand
I learned instead to move above it all
Like beautiful floating barges
Or flecks of cork on wine
Above the cries of dying Messiahs
Who leave their bodies in the air,
Like a bird that has been speared
And I carved out strange ways
Upon the tablet of the law
These words borne from blood, tears
Divide the lovers in their sleep
And bow to smiles from below
Where rejected light likes to go
And so here I am nailed to your body
Here on its throne, here on its alter
In the place of darkened houses
As slow the reluctant lamb draws forward
And offers itself up to your appetite
In this fulfillment of the luminous contract
Beneath Orchids And Cherry Blossoms
Beneath orchids and cherry blossoms
The courtyard's breath is still in the sun
As ladies pass in two's and three's
Chatting lightly below its bowers
And mirrors reflect the luxurious drawing out
Of her Ladyship's hair by a servant girl
As old hunched over women bend
To sweep up the fallen spring
And here and there, radiant sounds gather
Round children and flowers and courtyard
As trickling water plays its games
With she who sighs for love or grief
Now bring tales under the lifted petals
That drink of the summer rain
As passing people on the cobblestones
Avoid the glances of one another
And now wait in quiet expectation
Till you hear her singing softly there
Beneath this canopy of spreading branches
Beneath this mauve-flushed light
As A Wave Is Drawn Through A Wave
As a wave is drawn through a wave
So you have been drawn through my life
And though we are hidden from each other
We pass through these veils together
Such a defeat to be lying here alone
Longing for your accompanying sound
But I have learned a way to picture you
Like a silent and forever looping film
I have moved with winding caravans
And have been to the highest places
Seen the land as though on a map
From peaks that rise like Cathedrals
Yet I long to be beside you here
And with movements even smaller
Than the smallest waves, or sand
To lay my palms upon your surface
The patterns of my life gathered
And my whole heart seemed to lift
As I watched you attend to details
But now my heart has become still
Can I spend my whole life walking,
In order to dance just for a moment?
Now I am here, on the edge of the world
If ever you should want to find me
Moraine Lake, 2005
Almost Silent, Like Seashells
Almost silent, like seashells
Your voice, I hear in a dream
Like a distant wavering star
That barely sheds its beams
Oceans have never drowned
In depths as deep as your eyes
And birds never flown like this
Across clear morning skies
I cannot forget your rain
Twelve pale petals deep
As it sighs like wind in grass
After the flowers go to sleep
I long to bind you close
But as seaweed grasps the moon
Will never draw you near
Like stars that die too soon
I am just a fallen Knight
Breathing out his last
Here upon a dying field
Where even love dies fast
The Ashes of Innocence
In flames within flames
Strange events are foretold
By men with eyes that see in the dark
And beneath the peering stars
The shrieking animals
Draw nearer and nearer
Now blood stains the hands of children
Who offer up dark gifts
Upon the points of spears
As just outside the city walls
The people pass slow as seasons
Past the branches where pale brides sway
Who beholds the end of all?
And what of these new Messiahs,
Each one more blood glutted than the last
Who spring forth like smiling tigers
From the ruins of order,
And from the ashes of innocence
My Mouth Has Not Been Torn
My mouth has not been torn
For insulting the name of poetry
With my cheap psalms
That ask for what they do not deserve
And that take a tarnished coin
From the street begger
And just as you have not folded
Up the wings of birds forever
Because they languished atop the waves
So you have not asked me to blur myself
Against the light horizon
And become lost in the sun
For look at me, I am just a
Stretched-out leather bag
Over a stooped bone frame
As I misstep my clownish dance
And grovel for your love
With this handful of plastic flowers
Do Not Make Me Idle
Do not make me idle
So that I stop breathing
Even before death
But do not transform me
Into an endless road
That I cannot travel
I am bewildered by your touch
And when you speak
I hear the rain move in the fields
I still have steps to take
And rests to yield to
To restore my need for you
But do not let us part
Let us echo one another
The smallest movements we make
I live for this
To see the seaweed
Drawn through the waves
And to see your hands
Like tiny animals
Building thier nests
Ttransform me slowly
Imperceptibly
Like the light coming on
Remove the shadows
And weave them into
Dawn's rustling gown
Draw me like a breath forever
And never leave me
Till our last breaths are drawn
Your Eyes
Your eyes
With idle lids
Choose when to move
A moon
And then a sun
Blink out a star
Draw back the waves
On this dying shore
I see you
In my dim light
Ruining my dreams
Burning the ancient rule
That brings down
An Order
And creates movement
In the staring water
There is something higher
And farther
About your surrender
You summon
All the fallen wings