Save me but one "Omni'a"

                        Save me but one "Omni'a"

To feel all that was meant to be felt,

to dream what no one has yet to gleam

from that smile, that spell,

and all that which by my way was sent.

To share all that was meant to be shared,

in health and in that proverbial ill,

dared, or forever frozen,

hiding scared, and lullybied to nil.

To see all that was meant to see,

moments and epochs freed,

from light, from distance and from time,

where your colors are...but one rhyme, that is mine.

To wish all that was meant to be wished,

that is you, late in fate...my climb and my fall.

What is left to fear?

but the loss of one omni'a, that is "all."

Purple Fate

                            Purple Fate

Stowed between this moment and the next,
I learned not to wait,
for this fading love, or that owed hate.
Come as you may,
for I forgot how to weigh,
this loaded stay, this pray,
and all along this faceless way.
Can you hear me,   
dear?
Will you, in a moment, in a year?
which you could not steer,
nor I, to be clear.
We're both here,
stowed, strode, and almost near.
Is it our fate?,
their broken promise?,
or just us,
not knowing,
how to be little,
or great.

Full Moon

                                          Full Moon

And you ask, who's watching whom?
I say, it's you,
from here, where it so looms
and when it fades anew,
in a wake laid in shades of blue,
tear by tear,
no stake, and no clue.
Farther than near,
but when it sees you,
shy it must become,
but less true,
can you feel it some?
but you have trusted none,
before,
and I still say, it's you,
now from there, where it hid
the sun, in a lair, and,
you, from my tilt view.
I saw the shores,
of a silent, full moon,
and you're still hidden,
and I still run, from guilt,
back and fore.

I want not to Forget

                              I want not to Forget

How I felt,
when I thought I knew
what it all meant,
and what it all summed up to,
one and true.
I want not to forget
that it was through
you that I was one
then two,
it was you,
through and through
that made
the old new,
and the new blue.
I saw what you saw
and I breathed
what you spew, 
raw, unbroken
and un-wreathed,
so could you.
I want not to forget
and avoid this
void, this foil,
and this shadow
of a distant glow.
I heard what you heard,
and I got all you meant,
un-thought and un-shared.
But I grow old,
and forget some,
remember some,
as I bow un-bold
to time and its will.
I want not to forget,
as I climb through this still
holding so it can vet 
one cravesse un-told.

Stay of an E-motion

                                Stay of an E-motion

The moon of another sky
attests
come and celebrate!
I shout in murmur, what?
and not wait...
for an answer...
for a stay...
of that old fate,
and this recurring blur,
but...
it comes...
like silence, when it
weighs in
heavy...and flouts
all that has been
like burning rays
on a two-fold grin
that won't quit,
an E-motion
in a sea of enumerable Es
motion-less
or they seem, immovable
like this stay
of but one E-motion
that sees none now
but this thing...
more or less...
as it runs and shuns
the sun of another sky,
and another stay
of another day,
still stirring for its bless.

Vaccine

                  Vaccine

against all that is
...felt
and all that will
...be dreamt.
To slow down time,
and give me back
what is or what
was
...mine,
to give me back me
here and now,
in black and
...white.
Keep them colors
for they live
in moments
I plow into blurs
narrow and deep
but never found
only to give
and never
allowed to
...save. 
A vaccine against
all that
and less,
is what I craved
...once or twice
to be at hand,
scant, but seen
...to bless
and
to...sieve
this virtue
from that vice,
and you from me.

A Palestinian Wedding

                                         A Palestinian Wedding

What do you see, through and through?
what clues to hear?
colors and hues that run,
amid murmurs of a son,
sent chasing none
across a cosmic silence
but he, who flew
for-ever here...and
always near, can't you see?  
beyond the burnt darkness,
beyond its lost lights
and its hidden sights,
or that stubborn credence.
This is a wedding like no other,
a Palestinian treading
of sorrow and joy...
together, but of stolen space
and time...borrowed and disjoint,
only here and now, its their own
their grace, and their unknown.
For now all is here
in a distant near,
save he...their prime, and she...
his pride, can't you see?
its like no other.
Smell the thyme
and taste the sweet
for she and he...
unlike you and me,
are close yet unreached
there, on that pedestal
brighter than real
and stronger than now
or how, where their time is null
and their space...
may mull and choose
to be theirs, as their being,
once again in unspoken vows,
in silence, just like this Palestinian wedding,
neither near or whole,
and never ours to trace,
only once is theirs to hold
or for-ever lose.