The Vow

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a mixture of poems put together into one poem, written throughout the course of one year; from about, well a year ago, to now. Cry if you want to.
Enjoy and have a nice day.

Submitted: May 17, 2008

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The Vow

Cry if you want to.
No doubt it'll flow again...
And yet, perhaps when
and how they'll be sent
with embracing rain.

*

I walked through blissful cream green valleys
And breathed higher air,
Fell in love with earth,
Understood heaven and when
The valley hills loomed dark and frosted;
Held the hand of God.

We breathed, lungful of mountain new,
Peaks dipping out of cloud cushion view.
And there - the soft, grey azurre sky -
Lay Joy, lay joy, lay joy...

*

We were strong - but for a second -
we were bold - but crumbled, we crumbled
and died, and delved and dived,
through slashing jaws and fanged
lies and lay twisted in desert sand
under a broom tree.  

'I am spent and finished.
Kill me now.'  
(Call cry and fall to sleep.
Angel wake and gave me
food.)

*

I make this vow,
in front of the
Soft, dark sun,
Intense as the day is bright.
I vow to love you.

And I do, but how can you?
(Love me that is, what with
the madness and lies.)

How can we walk and talk
on soft, sand shore?
How can we laugh and play?
Oh, this mouth and hands
don't do your will, but still,
your hands and your mouth
cried a searing break of blood
That pulled me back
for good.

*

Then, after a while,
I looked up at the sky,
(whilst it was changing it's
clothes) and brushed by
with embarrassment

You shook your head at
my pitiful advancement and said:
"Have I not known you since
when you were born?
Do I not see you when
you stumble and fall?
Your first steps were mine too.
Your first words were mine too.
And now, my heart rejoices
every time your lips sing
praises of forever love.
Do you think I am blind?
But I have saved you.
And you are mine."

And you are my God.
Yes. So firstly, I will love you.

*

What heights have you known?
What depths have you plunged?

Oh God, my God,
Where then could I run?
Into the fears of desire,
or the rest of the still,
cool night?
Where then can I go?
Away from your love,
or into the sea,
How then could I escape you?

Your strength takes
away my weakness.

*

And now, and now, and now...
I vow step up, step up and
step away. Away from the
glinted gold trophies and
other vain things.
Away from the pit -

- deep calls to deep...
all your waves and breakers
have washed me... -

And now, and now, and now...
I vow to embrace you and
everything about you.
To live as you would live,
to love as you would love,
to be nothing more and
nothing less than what
I am in I am.

I want to love them like
you first loved me.
I don't want to hold back,
but live, to love, to live...

What breath, what life,
Could spring forward?
What breath, washing
the Whitstable wind,
turning the windmills...

But the windmills of
Don Quixote, I'm
afraid I'm not following you,
My head's elsewhere
It's flying up and above...

We breathed, lungful of mountain new,
Peaks dipping out of cloud cushion view.
And there - the soft, grey azurre sky -
Lay Joy, lay joy, lay joy...

Cry if you want to.
No doubt it'll flow again...
And yet, perhaps when
and how it will be sent
with embracing rain.

*

I walked through blissful cream green valleys
and breathed higher air,
fell in love with earth,
understood heaven and when
the valley hills loomed dark and frosted;
Held the hand of God.


The End


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