Lady of Poetry - Linda Marie Van Tassell

The Same As Your Love

How long there were two of you!
You loved and you didn't love.
You didn't resemble your love,
nor did your love resemble you.
What coming and going between the one and the other!
You kept asking
the mirrors of this world,
silence, chance,
which would be the better one.
Unfaithful to yourself,
you always kept killing
your own yes with your no.
And on the verge of your kisses,
neither your heart nor mine
knew who was drawing close:
whether it was the one you wanted
or the one I wanted.
When you were separated,
as the flower from the flower,
how far from you I had to go
in search of your love!
It remained on one side.
You on the other.
I kept finding it. But
I didn't know how to stay with it,
to live in separation that way,
either from your love or from you.
I loved you both.
And at last everything's come together.
You looked at yourself face to face,
your glance saw you in yourself.
You were now the one that was in love.
Now I kiss you both
in you alone.
And the soul doesn't know
who won
this serenity of being whole:
whether your love resembles
you, from wanting you so,
or you,
from wanting it so,
are now the same as your love.

All Yours

I am all yours ---
a finite passion
a surge
a swelling
a returning flow.

I am all yours ---
a soft sweetness
a comfort
a song
an awakening dream.

I am all yours ---
a sunrise sky
a sun
a star
a rainbow stream.

I am all yours ---
a spring bloom
a soul
a heart
flower in crystal.

I am all yours ---
a summer beauty
a laughter
a tear
falling in love.

I am all yours ---
the holiest gift
an absolute
an unchanging
love without end.

I am all love ---
an ineffable peace
a consoling
a strength

and if you would have me ...

I am all yours ---

It Spoke No More
It loved me once, that rose beneath your breast,
unfolding beautifully with the rise of light.
Its gentle petals disclosing its true colors,
and I loved it with all my might.

So happy, I thrived on your love,
wanting no other, thinking of only you.
I never existed before you rose within me,
loving me ... as only you can do.

Tender petals strewn around my heart,
making me gentle, loving, and kind.
Beams of golden light shattered the shadows,
leaving sorrows of the past behind.

I thought that lovely rose would last forever,
endure beyond the partition of time.
Yet, it ended quite softly with the season
closing its petals for the very last time.

I saw it struggle and bend, weep and cry,
not wanting to let go of its bed.
It fought till the last, wept a frozen tear,
shattered at last, then lay down its head.

A pretty rose, crisped by the hands of winter ...
severed, the love that you gave to me.
A frozen tear etched upon my memory forever.
My sorrows drift out to sea.

That rose that rose like the finest rose
rose like no other rose before
and spoke its love till winter's scorn
until it spoke no more.