As
regular readers know, I often write love poems with my late partner, Peter, in
mind, who died some years ago.
Ah, but
love poems fling open their doors for anyone to enter, and mine are no
exception.
BIRTHRIGHT
As the
first blush of dawn
brushes
the horizon, I think of you
At each
choral surprise
that
opens my eyes, I’ll think of you
Like
sun-kissed clouds
come
noon, my lips soon find yours
Our lives,
our own to have
and to hold
for all time,
sharing
every moment’s passing;
heavens
above,
a kaleidoscope
of passion;
World, no
gentle mother
to us,
but empowering
lovers
everywhere with earth,
air, fire
and water,
no matter
colour, creed, or sex;
nor
sexuality missing out
as
bigotry’s pointing fingers
quickly put
to rout
Sun, moon
and stars,
but love's reflections in our
eyes
Sleep but
an eclipse,
all the lighter sooner for its promises
As for
me, no fairer dawn
than the day you and I were reborn
Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2012
[Note:
This poem has been revised from an earlier version that appears on the blog and
in 1st eds. of The Third Eye by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004; new ed. in preparation. NB New eds. of my
collections will not be available until after 2015 and will contain revisions
of some poems. In the meantime, , 1st eds. are available at a generous
blog discount. Contact rogertab@aol.com with ‘Blog Reader’ in the subject field.]
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