Voyager

long metaphysical love poem

 

I call you not "My Love"

for that would be to claim you

and I will leave no mark

upon your soul

I call you not, my love,

for that would be to name you

and I shall place no

label on your soul

 

You beckon to me not

nor call to me in dreaming

but the seeming of your love

is always real.

 

There is no time to slip away

but only this one moment

to feel the long tides

wash between our souls

 

There is no line between us

but only soft deep currents

that move our hearts

to strange and distant shores

 

I would travel with you

and I'd pace your soul to mine

that our love might be

a ship between the stars

 

but tis far and far I go, and 

dark and strange the ways,

and you are such a 

deep part of this earth 

 

Would you stay in place for me

if my journey called you not?

- would you build a city

made of singing hearts?

 

and would you welcome me

when home again I'd rove

to take from me the gifts I'd bring

and feed me your sweet love?

 

I must voyage ever

though somehow never far

for always this earth 

comes with me in tow

 

This Earth is on a trip

I am crew, and she is ship

and I know not whence

my true love e’er might come

 

so I would travel with you

and I would name you love

and I would prison you

upon my path

 

Far better should you choose

even chancing I would lose

- the choice is made,

and now the die is cast.

 

O, this culture has imprisoned me

in fear and ill anxiety

made loneliness a demon,

made hunger into death

 

but I am wise and I am strong

and earth inspires me with her song

made loneliness my angel,

made hunger into breath

 

in my hunger is a gravity

to make the planet follow me

for I am what she's made of me

and I'll go where she guides me

at her will

 

until the human race

has opted for its place

as mind and heart of her

and keepers of her grace

 

til then she won't be safe

alone out there in space

she needs the Sun to follow her

and bless her with his face

 

What else can old bold

King Sol do, when home

a-roving goes, but follow

her wherever she might go?

 

He knows, of all the worlds in space,

his Earth is blessed with sweetest grace

- none else gives life 

to King Ra's deadly glow.

 

She is the gateway into life

and I, the keeper of a key

I accept now my

responsibility

 

I am one of many

I trust my human species

feel a million loving hearts

in each hard shell.

 

O when these human eggs get cracking

all who hate will be sent packing

and the shine of it

will blind the eyes above

 

blind us all to

everything but love