The Work of Sun and Moon

I stand between the dawn and the dusk

as the moon stands midst dark and bright

sweet light borrowed from her consort Sun,

and as I wain, darker creatures ever emerge

In the sleep of those anxious and despairing

as if the lights of heaven are disappearing:

dark in that night are those lost sorry souls;

but as I turn face to reflect his light in full,

those cruel fears dissolve each in their turn

giving song to those bright and starry souls.

About (Love)

It has taken a while for me to publish an “About” page. But today was the day for it to be written.

We can live our lives in the same identity for many many years, or we can try this way or that way as the wind blows. It doesn’t matter if you try on one costume or may costumes. You are still just the one trying on costumes.

But who are you anyway?

The world teaches that you are nothing without the costume.

But I am here to tell you are everything without it.

That is because what you are is simply Love.

So here is my about page. This will never change. https://2ofswans.com/about-love/

Let Go the Shadows (Purgatory)

Who are you—who, against the hidden river,
were able to escape the eternal prison?”
he said, moving those venerable plumes.



Then he replied: “I do not come through my
own self. There was a lady sent from Heaven;
her pleas led me to help and guide this man.

Dante, Pugatorio, Canto 1, 40-42, 52-54

my love,
I saw you standing midst those who in purgatory dwell
singing makeshift words of another’s conjured rhymes
lies that evaporate before entangling hearts and minds
what you still pretend to be yesterday and tomorrow
as a child clinging to hopes from mommy borrowed
the thin shades cannot survive your heavenly skies,
not a million could survive the power of your light
to lead you to where you know you are called to go
to be brave enough to pass through your own shadows;
for the reflections of others will never keep you close
the shadows that follow others when they leave you
what you mistake for love just ’cause it hurts the most.

you are of

you are of what is deep inside the earth,
darkness and the tiny life that thrives
between the high sun and fires below
where pregnant seeds to flowers turn

you are of what is high within the skies
lightness and the life that sacred thrives
between black holes and starless space
the light that ever blooms the human race

Heaven of Love

when you connect with another,
as a river connects with a sea
or as one sea flows into another,
you are not just forging a bond
between the other and yourself,
you’re expanding the great universe,
a heaven of love and human being.

Shattered Mirror

When I wrote for you a poem,
I was surprised to see my love
in a mirror yet to be shattered
reflecting what was you was me.
Yet since that sad goodbye day
when we went our separate ways
when the mirror felled scattered,
I’ve searched wide and far between
for pieces of our sweet memories
to see ourselves smile once again;
our lower notes with the very high,
whiter colors with the blacker dyes
never ceasing this my lonely seeking
for our fragmented reminders who
when together manifest our desires.

Torrent of Love

Sunshine doesn’t chase the raining clouds away;
no, it comforts tears with hopes of better days;
and higher tides kindly hold the hands of the low
Look! If they are in pain, that is all they know;
night looking forward to eternal night of sorrows;
this is the agony of souls, fearful tiny sparrows.
Do you wish them the music of their quivering beaks?
Why not instead give them your pure sunlight sweet
streaming as rainbows stream past wings of a dove,
transforming their torment in your torrent of love?

Love

Love doesn’t grow from the ground,
for you are no sweet flower, Love;
you cannot be plucked by carpe diem
nor by lust can you be stolen.

Love doesn’t greet in early morning
around the grasses as dewdrop rings
to only vanish when noontime sings:
gone until the next one

Love, you’re here forever shining
yet we see through prism’s binding;
and as many portraits we have painted
so many have you from us receded

the great beauty of the eye is a veil
that does rise and fall as the seas
only to vanish into vaporing skies
faint memories of our living

for earth, she mixes Love with Swords
and all that lives and dies is in her
while Love is the purest of her hordes
yet by no means is Love the rarest

but the opposite to this is our Love
a Sun whose light our wings alights;
and even if this fire will find its end
Love will ignite him yet again

Yin Yang

how do I write songs when the language I speak
has no relation to the world they see?

I have wandered way too far from what is known;
to be closer to you alone, my dearest love;

where unnamed creatures roam between the stars
I’ve kissed lights we believe to see from afar

where aspects of my skin have no fixed substance
to keep me by agony separate from you.

no. here, our bodies simply fold into each other
twisting round as yin together into yang forever;

how can I write a love that belongs to forever
with a language that flows into rivers run barren?

magic is not something we can ever truly realize
unless we want its wonder to meet a stale demise

for there is no mind that can follow where we go
where love is sunlight and the moon is our home;

making love to give birth to the fire of the stars,
the hope of the world, the lights who seem afar.

Star Showers

What would the world be like if everyone at anytime and in any place could feel love as easy as they feel the sun light showers?

Stacey

I know you love me
for I feel your shadow’s sad longing
to pluck the sunlight as dark clouds cry
rain drops sealing sleepy embers inside
so eager are they to fall upon my cheek
a million kisses pouring from the sky
a million stars dying into lullaby.