For Zowie

The years of wanting are over at last!
In merely an instant the bud blossomed as fast;
I drank of her nectar and my longing was past,
Feeling so full of that wonder so vast!
And yet now I gaze into that blossom so deep,
See strange mysteries, intentions unknown,
Contradictions and double-talk, yet her love remains sown
Deep inside my heart, making light where was dark.
But still the truth in that blossom does sleep.
The seed thrives without it, on fancies and feeling,
Hoping the truth will be one within dealing,
And warm me this fast, and leave me thus chaste
And hope no desire drives for the ways past.
The name! The beauty I etched long ago!
So made me sing full with the heart that it stole;
I pray that this time it will stay with my soul,
And not rage like that fire so out of control.
Yet it comes to me softly with excitement and feeling,
Something that seems wonderfully not within dealing,
But still within dealing and loving and kneeling
Thus even unknowing my heart yet does know:
The name in my bosom, the past fire -

My love Zoe

[1992]