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The closer to nature we get, the more its enduring spirituality is likely to make itself known to us.
Much the same can be said for love.
Bring nature and love together and the result may well be an epiphany to which no words can do justice. Nor is it any less so for gay lovers, and never let anyone tell you differently
RUNNING TRUE (TO LIFE)
We would chat for a while
and walk in space
where even human waste
fails to wipe a smile
from Apollo's fairer face;
pause under a willow’s
weepy awning as if trying
to hide a yearning
for each other on the spot,
but cannot…
A born again innocence
shedding sweet tears
like spring rain on its leaves,
our blood heating up,
coursing our every vein
as storm warnings
prove false, heavens at ease
with love letters
left floating on a breeze
for all time...
Snug in the willow,
your heart for a pillow.
feted by a skylark
bringing us Earth Mother’s
blessing despite a world
that would see unkind words
run us through,
call us names if only
for reaffirming love’s take
on sexuality
Halcyon days, running true
for gay folks too…
Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2013
[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared under the title 'Running True' in an anthology Fragments of Perception, Poetry Today (Forward Press) 2001 and subsequently in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]
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The closer to nature we get, the more its enduring spirituality is likely to make itself known to us.
Much the same can be said for love.
Bring nature and love together and the result may well be an epiphany to which no words can do justice. Nor is it any less so for gay lovers, and never let anyone tell you differently
RUNNING TRUE (TO LIFE)
We would chat for a while
and walk in space
where even human waste
fails to wipe a smile
from Apollo's fairer face;
pause under a willow’s
weepy awning as if trying
to hide a yearning
for each other on the spot,
but cannot…
A born again innocence
shedding sweet tears
like spring rain on its leaves,
our blood heating up,
coursing our every vein
as storm warnings
prove false, heavens at ease
with love letters
left floating on a breeze
for all time...
Snug in the willow,
your heart for a pillow.
feted by a skylark
bringing us Earth Mother’s
blessing despite a world
that would see unkind words
run us through,
call us names if only
for reaffirming love’s take
on sexuality
Halcyon days, running true
for gay folks too…
Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2013
[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared under the title 'Running True' in an anthology Fragments of Perception, Poetry Today (Forward Press) 2001 and subsequently in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]
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