Beloved Night #2
It seems that
these poems have been waiting
for you
to be written,
as though they were written
on the inside of my soul
and I would need
to turn myself
inside out
to see them,
or wait for you
to come and read them
to me.
Was it you
who wrote them
there?
Robin Parsons 04/06/01
Crater Lake, Oregon (Mt. Thielsen in distance) copyright 2001 Robin Parsons
Beloved Night #10: Glory
My eyes are wide open.
They can not take in
any more of the radiance
that surrounds you and I.
Instead the light
enters my pores
and I glow from within;
so full am I
of you,
glorious one.
You see this look
upon my face?
You know what it is,
because it is exactly
the same gaze
I see when
I gaze at you.
We know the face of love.
Robin Parsons 4/25/01
