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PASSION PURIFIED
I wanted to capture your golden words
toying with verbs and investigating
the complexities of meaning
rearranging and rephrasing
to reassure my own thoughts
I wanted to print your words
reviewing and reframing
the calligraphy on the unsaturated paper
of my eager mind
to fulfill my own desires
I wanted to resend your words
the passionate promises
for you to reconsider
and to repeat
to shield me from desolution
But then I set your words free
white doves flying off in the night
white doves nesting in the mildness
of the muted Moon
to return to me as silver star-dust
Myra Lochner 2001
Dear Myra Yes, we let go all the time - but then we are also getting all the time as well! Such a lovely poem! Regards Donkerman
Revealing and capturing, piece, Myra. Indeed, through words, we get to define our passion in its simplest forms: "But then, I set your words free white doves flying off in the night white doves nesting in the mildness of the muted moon..." These words explicate a soul's yearning for deeper realities beyond our earthly pathway. Yet, it is its welcoming nature that invites the reader for yet another visit to that lush landscape and meadow sea shores of "Passion Purified". May this purified passion be humanity's, yours and mine! Ugonna