Sunday, October 11, 2009

Creatio Ex Nihilo

What is the lover without the beloved?
What is the vision of a lone man?

He is an empty hole in the desert,
Crying out for summer rains.
He is a broken pottery jar,
A jar of molded clay that holds no drop.

What is the lover without the beloved?
What is the vision of a lone man?

He is a lake that swells against a dam,
A flooding lake that breaks its banks all down.
He is a barrel, bursting at the seams.
Each crack gushes water as from a wound in all directions.

What is the lover without the beloved?
What is the vision of a lone man?

He is a cistern filling with the captured flow,
A reservoir for all the thirsty people.
He is a river, gurgling on its banks,
Filled and filling in a liquid dance.
He is a cup, into which pitchers pour
That kisses its brim, then spills to thirsty ground.

What is the lover without the beloved?
What is the vision of a lone man?