Lugh’s Garden

Like Spring’s first flower
Fighting to the light above
From an ancient root,
The love I have within me
Will find it’s way to your heart.

New roads
Taken slowly,
Lead beyond horizons
As surely as those taken at
A run.
Without
Expectation,
One may find bright flowers,
And time to enjoy the beauty
They bring.
The tears
Which flow from pain,
Make stars shine more brightly,
When one’s eyes open to behold
New roads.

When I look at you,
I see a woman and child,
Two undivided
Parts of a single person.
To which shall I give my love?
The child within me,
Loves the child’s laughter in you,
And your eye’s sparkle
When you see someone you love,
And your little-girl faces.
The old man in me
Sees a passion within you,
Hidden in your smile,
And the way your body moves
To the music of your soul.
If love is a gift,
I will give this one to me,
To love all of you;
The child to keep my age young,
The woman, for my passion.
I will hold you in my heart,
Both child and woman,
A beginning, and an end,
Love’s promise, and love’s reward.

There was a point in my life,
When tomorrow’s challenge was unknown,
And fear of ignorance made me tremble,
Shaking in the shadows that I hid beneath,
Fearing my reflection in other’s eyes.
There was a point in my life,
When tomorrow’s challenge appeared large,
And my smallness was all that I could see;
Standing still so no one would ever notice
How very insignificant I was.
There was a point in my life,
When tomorrow’s challenge was ignored,
Dressed in armor of bravado, my laughter
Blurred the pictures of others in my eyes,
But kept focused, my reflection in theirs.
There was a point in my life,
When tomorrow’s challenge was today,
And fear of falling kept me holding on,
Clutching tightly to me, all that I could hold,
Suffocating love with my fear of loss.
There was a point in my life,
When tomorrow’s challenge became death,
Dreaming life back into the ones I loved,
The strength of my will, my only weapon.
But death comes as surely as does tomorrow,
Blind and uncaring, seeing not it’s harvest;
Bringing nothing to me but the knowledge,
There was no point to my life.

Myself,
Misplaced somewhere
Between the search for you,
And the fear of finding someone
I’ll lose.