Archaic

Where hope goes,
fear will follow
says Seneca:
The nervous bird
of my soul
flutters undirected
within the dark dome
of my skull.

But walking along
my future graveyard
with you,
underneath
the rustling trees,
my fears are
laid to rest
and hope remains.

©PLH

Hero & Leander

How can I cross
the dark river
without the guiding
light in your window?

The strong currents
will swipe me away,
will violently suck me
into the underworld.

Where I will be waiting
for your arrival.

©PLH

Vita Sexualis

Because of
the luminosity
of your body
I have to close
my shining eyes
in order not
to fall in its
shimmering light.

Because of the nearness
to the entity of my desire
my vision is blurred
by your dizzying mire.

©PLH

Premonition

To recognize the sea
by the sky above it
before I even see
where the sand is lit.

Melting the frozen seas
within my inner self
bring my anxiety to its knees,
put my fears on the shelf.

©PLH

Aporia

Staggering through life
looking for a signpost,
walking on the knife-edge
trying not to get lost.

Feeling my way around
tentatively, seeking for clues,
something to astound
among the many avenues.

But you stopped me
in my scattering tracks,
I slowly became we,
adding what my soul lacks.

©PLH

Tree Life (Ents)

How do trees meet?
Do they wander
aimlessly through
the thick forest.

Do they wait patiently,
standing their ground,
biding their tree-time
slow as the universe?

Maybe the one they
are waiting for stands
right in front of them,
when love grows like mist,
but grips like iron later.

©PLH