My darling,
It is
difficult for me to soothe you today.
As much as I
wish to find the right words, the right gestures, I feel powerless outside your
cage.
I reach
between the bars and stroke your neck and elbow. I feel the tension in your body
as if it were mine.
Let me carry
this weight for you.
You may
trust me with your intentions, with your fears, with your exquisite gifts.
Do not get
me wrong.
I do not
intend to save you.
I see how
you deem yourself captive, yet I also see in you the power to set yourself
free.
The gate is
always open and I have been standing here in the doorway since the beginning of
time.
I hear you
calling out for me, looking for the great escape.
‘Save me’,
you say.
‘Take me
away’, you yearn.
‘Shine your
light on me’, you sing.
‘Light the
fire in me’, you instigate.
How can I
explain this to you in plain words?
I am not the poet you are.
I am only a
man.
I am your
man.
There is no
‘away’.
There is
only ‘here’.
And here is
where I stand, naked in the spot light, with all of my own betrayals weighing
me down.
The fear of
generations.
I am calling
out to you, see me as I am.
Allow me in.
Let me steer
the wind for you.
Make space
for me in your heart.
Accept my
humble compliments of your majesty and beauty.
Accept them
without humility or pride.
See yourself
through my eyes.
You are for
me the sum of all women.
Woman of Grace,
hold my gaze in your light.
Woman of
Wisdom, speak to me with your voice.
Woman of
Peace, forgive my forefathers cruelty.
Woman of
Ecstasy, touch me with the essence of you.
You are
not my mother, so do no attempt to mother me.
Nor am I
your father, so do not seek solace in my attention.
Let us
acknowledge each other for who we are.
Let us see
each other, hear each other, feel each other and taste one another until the
boundaries between us fade.
Let us melt
in communion until words fail to provide meaning for who we were.
So, when we
return to the world, the illusion of our cages and burdens will also fade away.
When we
return, we will carry each other’s heart within our own without binding one
another to any cage.
When we
return, the world shall have already changed to shelter our love.
We already
carry the seed of that world.
I promise
you to never let you forget.
That is my
gift to you, my darling.
In the
meantime, I will stand here, outside your cage and reach out to you.
For when I
touch your shoulder blades, my hands wont bleed.
They will
rejoice.
