Poetry

being here has actually helped my writing and provided some direction and inspiration. i'd like to share some of that. hope that's ok ... (:



a kiss and silence

i hovered above your head on the pillow
wanting to kiss you, dying to touch
but too many things lie between us now
and doors have closed in my heart
though the rooms beyond echo
with the laughter and love that you are

in the instant between a kiss and silence
the world holds its breath
and destinies can be changed forever

i sit in the sun alone with my tea and luggage
closing down that house of warm dreams
extinguishing the candles that burned for you
trying not to die with the hurt i'll always carry
i know you are now awake to the stillness
that speaks of separation, the empty place
that was our altar, our sacred dream of bliss
i can feel your tears slipping down the road
we will never take together

and i know, my love, I know

~lara sookoo

and here's another ...



Peace Like A River

Sliver, glistening, tranquil
It runs
Through the centre of what we are
Together
And apart
Like a flood of joy
Washes fear
From the marrow in my bones
Cleanses darkness
From the inside of my eyes
Like a river
Every drop is One
Who has become All

~lara sookoo

hold back the night
and quiet my aching mind
touch the velvet cover
that hides my soul from you

take me by the hand
and lead me to the place
where dark and light
meet and kiss on the
lips of the abyss

draw your knife across
the bleeding cuts I have
on my heart, in my hand
drain it all away

fuel all my nights
with the sounds of your need
raise me up to the light
and tear me to shreds
in the dark

see me as I am
and try not to run from me
all that I have
is poured on the water

can you see me as I am?

~ls

     I turned to wipe the tear
     off his cheek
     and traced
     with
     vicious slowness, stroking
     down the line of his jaw.
     He breathed in his anger,
     his want,
     and I drew my finger
     lighter than the breeze
     along his lips,
     feeling
     the moist desire.
     Parted them to the
     fire of his passion,
     so barely restrained.
     And I wanted to kiss him.
     Leaned forward to
     fill my stomach with
     his scent,
     to know him forever
     in the light,
     in the dark.
     The stranger that fate sent me.
     Bit my lip to keep from
     sighing
     as I caressed his neck.
     He burned into
     me with eyes ablaze.
     Love and hate
     the line so fine that we
     cannot see it when we
     step over.
     Touched his neck,
     tasting him,
     drinking him in.
     The pulse of his life
     a butterfly beneath my tongue.
     At last, at last,
     he kissed me.

     ~ls [2005]

how much there is to say
of the virtue of a man’s love
of how his voice can touch the stars
and bring them down within reach of his dreams
of how his eyes can reflect the dreams of many
and hold yet to his own vision
what better thing than to be wrapped
in the arms of the man who loves you
who cares enough to let you be real
who is not afraid of your tears
and lets his own fall freely with you
I have been stronger than the roots of the mountains
but not so strong that my love has been the rock
upon which I have built the house of my dreams
I have carried burdens that he will never know
yet his shoulders do not fail to uphold the world for me
I have been alone in the night of my mind
and he entered to curl up next to me
waiting patiently for me to emerge
I have dreamed of his eyes when no other
dream would get me through the day
and waited for the oasis of his embrace
when the world turned to ash at my feet
I have not depended on his beauty to shape my life
but my very existence has been blessed
by the joyous wash of his voice
his endurance has not carved my way but
he has been my light in the darkness
the eternal can only be found in
the house of my own soul but in sharing
mine with his we have been
brushed by the wings of angels
his love has gone beyond
my body and out into the universe
and my eyes have seen the truth
his mind, so sharp has matched my own
allowing him to come through the
doors of my wisdom
no, not all men will be perfect
and some will rend your heart
but do not turn love away when it is offered
in the eyes of one seeing you with his soul
hold his hand and feel him trembling
see that he is afraid and fearless all at once
and marvel at the grace of his creation

~ls [2007]

stillness

drip
drip
as a drop of water
i long for the ocean
suspended
in falling
there is only waiting
silence
where one hears
the sibilance of
fog sliding from
the leaves
where one feels
the slow thoughts
of stone
as mountains
watch the quick
world pass by
where one knows
joy of the sun
peering over the
limbs of the horizon
falling
joining with the vast
emptiness
lost and found
as individuality ebbs
bliss enters
sit alone
in stillness

~ls [2008]