on evering frontier of his being
so he seems so you to him seem
or perhaps in waking or dream
ever you have been his question
invisible haunting his horizon
ever unseen wheresoever he turn
the moon borne from your lantern
as you enter the chamber groom
to call him within we are not within
so royal in aspect that your wear alone
robed in white gown his haunted room
where he has been & must return
to you who with scorn will spurn
once more to give the kiss he yearns
Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003
All rights reserved.
MAGDALENA
I once visited the Sea of Galilee, a long time ago; a local police captain told me that the Mary Magdalene took her name from a small village called ed-Mejdel on the shores of Lake Tiberius.
Later called Magdala. Do you not think Magdalena sounds a bit Spanish?
Apparently, the indigo plant grew wild on its shores; maybe the first cloth of Genoa was dyed there.
Whilst in the area, I bathed in the green waters of the Jordan, do not know if it did me much good.
Very interesting poetry.
Mor
so he seems so you to him seem
or perhaps in waking or dream
ever you have been his question
invisible haunting his horizon
ever unseen wheresoever he turn
the moon borne from your lantern
as you enter the chamber groom
OK..maybe I'm obsessed with the Twin Flame concept..but I could swear you were writing about it in this exquisite piece..let me know ..
Vesna :)
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Blessings,
Libby
(Muchísimas gracias, tambien, por los distintos rostros del Dios y de la Diosa)
~Alexandra~
"where he has been & must return
to you who with scorn will spurn
once more to give the kiss he yearns "