I drew from your breath
the soft petal of dreams
Held its fruit upon my tongue
and knew The love I sipped.
Ah! This sweet exchange
where lips eager to the swift embrace
tastes of the liquid fire within the soul
The yearning of passion's show
That wants the moment engulfed, whole, complete
To the want the undying need
That floods these thoughts of yours, Of mine
the delicate intercourse of that sweet, sweet wine
That flows upon the streaming floods that is love
And here holds us both drawn tight, engaged.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

 

 

 

 

Do you see here

within these eyes

the want that seeks

holds you to its need

There views the whole of you

your mind, body and soul

And there speaks soft upon your ear

The words that you only know.

 

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

 

 

That here a soul
can scream upon the twilight haze
that essence from which it grieves
the eternal awaiting clasp
That will bring all to its harmony
The joys of its oneness.
Where the winds soak the desert floor
and the sun half guarded stretches out
seeking its own reflection within the sea
That camels wade to and fro
In the scurry that life so shows
The redemption of a soul.
The kite in winged embrace hovers upon the tranquil night
this resting stop
where the soul sojourns and drinks
The bitter cup of life.
We walk the chambers of dreams
The night ridden corpse of fears
That entangle our vision to an ego's pride
engulfs us, oft times into its whole
That the simplicity, the truth of life
seems a stranger ground than that which we trace,
and walk blindly against the winds
That would lead us home.
The moon in bloom
again sings her song of want
The shekinah that dances the wild flair
that resides within the human heart
and longs the succulent groom its place
Where the bride awaits in her pace.
This doctrine of words and faith
The breed, of soul upon the soul
that seeks that union, that open field
where God and man yet but walk again
In the rivers of the dream.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph