exiled from love . . . an eclectic conversation with my Muse

exiled from love . . . an eclectic conversation with my Muse

i have unwittingly

but knowingly

exiled my self from love

i have withheld my self

and the potential harvest

restraining with deliberation

the fruit from its ripening

with it’s fullness

sure i let some sample my fruit

as i ate my selfish fill

of their hearts offerings

oh Muse of Muse

i will not force that hand

nor thy tongue

when thou translates

i will record

nor shall i beg for your return

i will strive to keep the ears

of my heart attentive

that i may hear the approach

as your grace precedes

your arrival

in the mean time

my Soul sings in silence

with tones of a reverent light

that anoints all the possibilities

of our co-joinery

when we are wed once again

a smile adorns my face

for there is a sacred trust

of the celestial of all things

and in my knowing

we have traveled this path

before us before

and to you i am cleaved

and my fruit of love is yours

to ripen as you will

and as you spill into my void

i give to the world

to eat their fill

of my love

as i have done

since time begun

and men took note

of the space betwixt

things

that they may assign

some verity

in lieu of clarity

as they unwittingly

yet always knowingly

exile themselves from love

© 6 February 2013 : william s. peters, sr.