Lugh’s Garden

There are no sadder words for man to hear,
When spoken as an echo to your own,
“I love you,” to your face, not in your ear.

Though coming from a heart that’s quite sincere,
From someone you would place upon a throne,
There are no sadder words for man to hear.

Though others may implore you, “Have good cheer,”
To hear it spoken thus, you turn to stone,
“I love you,” to your face, not in your ear.

It isn’t in what’s said, that doubts appear,
But in the way the words have been intoned,
There are no sadder words for man to hear.

A flat response can only be too clear,
That feeling, to the words, is just unknown,
“I love you,” to your face, not in your ear.

For words that simply echo, bring a tear
Of sadness, such as you have never known,
There are no sadder words for man to hear,
“I love you,” to your face, not in your ear.

In quiet moments,
I feel your body near me,
Your breathing, gentle,
Like fairy fingers, walking
Across my chest, and lower,
Like a dream, creeping,
Setting fire to my senses,
Lifting, as I dream
Myself into you, my love,
Pouring myself into you.
I’ve become the tide
That washes upon your shore,
Flooding you with life,
Souls dancing with each other,
Becoming one, and many.
As I reach the ebb,
I feel my life force fading,
Dying into dreams,
Feeling your body move me
Back into quiet moments.

Hold me
For a moment,
And I will let it pass
As a dream, for a moment mine,
Then gone.
Your love
Fills up my life,
‘Til I no longer know
If it is you or your love, that
Holds me.

Just beyond my reach,
Where Life’s light turns to shadow,
Is the one I love,
Years, like oceans between us,
And time, like rocks on the shore.
I would cross oceans,
Sailing on a ship of love,
This ancient body,
Crushed upon the rocky shore,
To set free, the soul within.
Freed at last from time,
Where age and infirmity,
No longer bind me,
I will wrap my love around
The one, just beyond my reach.