L&H
Love and Hate.
Eternal twins,
fraternal enemies.
Born together,
Two sides
on the
same coin.
Separate
but inseparable.
Yet soluble,
the one
dissolving into
the other
Through
circumstance
or changed
perception.
Love and Hate,
tickets
to Heaven
or Hell.
Choose carefully......
(c)John Holt 13-Apr-1998
ONLY IN A DREAM
Was it only in a dream
the we became the perfect seam,
where hearts were sewn
without a hitch
and Love was joined in flawless stitch?
Was it only in a dream
that we both found the ideal scheme
where you and I, twin souls combined,
were held in that most perfect bind?
Was it only in a dream
I once held you,
my sweetest Queen?......
(c) 29-APR-1998
PHAROAH-DREAM
My lassitude has nothing to do
with over-work.
In my dream-state, trance, I dance
attentive to your call.
Never thought love could freeze me,
please me, embalming my senses.
I was wrong..
Your siren song hangs in my mind,
catching me, making me blind
to all other things.
Build me a sarcophagus.
Paint it gold and azure blue.
Decorate the edges with precious stones
to match the color of your eyes.
Let me enter that tomb of hope.
Timelessly I wait for you.
(c)John Holt 05-AUG-1998
LIVING FLAME
It was your mind which first attracted me,
Your thoughts and words with all their clarity
I did not have a picture of your face
Yet fell in love with you in Time & Space
And oh! the ecstasy inside that `frame`.
You were my opium and my living flame.
Can Love survive if Lovers never meet?
I cannot tell - but know our moment was *so* sweet.
(c)John Holt 1998
LOVE IS ELECTRIC
You arrive
like a cool breeze,
swirling
around my head.
I read your words
and imagine
your
sensual side -
that inner part
you hide
to protect yourself.
from strangers
like me.
But
even though
you do
this
I understand
and hold
a picture
of you
in my mind.
And in time -
how do I
know
I will not fall
for you
in some strange way
because
I loved your words?
Eventually,
you might
build a bridge
to my heart
and never
be aware
you did so.
In my thoughts
I can dream
of how you
look,
or sound,
or smell.
Perhaps you
have the
rich perfume
of Summer about you
dancing
on your skin,
or the
heady scent
of Spring days?
But maybe
you are
Winter`s child?
Strong and beautiful,
all ice
and frost
on the outside,
waiting
for fire and heat
to melt
your
winter coating?
I do not know -
-but I imagine
you are
all these things
and I must be
content
with
imagination...
(c)John Holt 15-JUN-1998
SHADOW IN MY DREAMS
In the first light
of dawn this day
I thought about you,
golden girl,
shadow in my dreams.
Sun, pouring through
the trees,
dapples specks
of amber coins
on to my balcony.
A platform projecting
from the wall.
The ballustrade along
its outer edge
stops me falling,
as I look out
over the valley.
Skyline trees
shiver in emerald
reflection along
the lake.
Call back the night -
you will return to me.
But I must sleep again....
(c)John Holt 05-AUG-1998
