Sometimes love needs must take its time to find it way through the maze of human consciousness that is invariably bogged down with potential consequences, not only for those engaging with it lovers, but family and friends as well.
Love invariably asks and deserves such commitment from us all as rarely comes without likely consequences reaching beyond love itself, consequences we need to consider, ask of ourselves whether mind-body-spirit is best served by the heart or some other abstract often dictated by others in the name of so-called 'common sense'; their version, that is, well-meaning perhaps, but not necessarily ours
It is a dilemma that many lovers needs must confront and rise above, none more so than LGBT lovers in a world that likes to think it is 'progressive' but continues to be party to socio-cultural-religious aggression, not least regarding sexuality.
Why, I often ask myself, can so many among humankind who acknowledge that we are all, each and every one of us, part of a common humanity, fail to come to terms with the fact that our differences do not make us different, only human?
No one culture, religion, philosophy (or poet) has all the answers, of course, but of one thing this poet is certain; whatever our sexuality, it would be a better world for a greater inclination towards a kindness and understanding that isn't a load of patronising bullshit adopted by those whose hidden agendas require they needs must be seen paying lip service to so-called 'political correctness'.
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” - Pablo Neruda
A MISTY RAIN, METAPHOR FOR LOVE
Even the sun took time to cry
as we parted, you and I,
not knowing if we’d ever meet again,
heartbeats in a misty rain
We swore to write every day,
be true, come what may,
fear of never seeing each other again
killing us in that misty rain
I watched you go, saw you turn,
felt blown kisses start to burn
a hole in my heart where we had been,
left to ghost a misty rain
The sun stayed behind a cloud
as I named my love aloud,
leaving a summer wind to bear my pain
on the wings of a misty rain
Autumn passed and winter too,
yet I heard no word from you;
heartbeat, an illusion, hope on the wane,
love’s dream but a misty rain
Suddenly, the sun reappeared
from behind a tearful cloud,
shining for us, we lifeless flowers reborn
in the sweetest of spring rain
Birds sang all that glorious day
for lovers (straight and gay);
echoes of Earth Mother’s eternal refrain
if sometimes in a misty rain
Copyright R. N. Taber 2012; 2014
[Note: This poem has been slightly revised since written in 2008 and subsequently included in Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books 2012.]
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