Who Speaks for Me ?

Rumi once asked:
Who says the words coming out of my
mouth ?
He was lost
alone

I too
in that Tavern
with people I don’t know.
Unknown

I look for a way out
There is none
There is no safe return

From across the room
Fear catches my eye
stretches
opens this chest
dissecting my heart

Bleeding
Dazed
Heartless
Lifeless.

This is when you found me
How you found me

Violinist’s fingers
touched my cheek
My torn and failed heart
My sundered soul

Light
Joy
You brought me

We walked together
Our paths merged

Now ?

You
my love
My friend
My eyes
My heart

You must go
I
Loving you more than my
breath
More than my
possibilities
must step aside

Only because I so love you
can I do this
In fear, terror.
My light
My joy
I take these steps

You go.
What blackness
What unshirted hell
is left

Bleeding fear, I will do
what I must
more than I must.
Grandfather, Greco,
forty years ago
you readied me for this moment.
I had no idea the plan you
had

So,
my love,
So,
light and joy
I take a step back.
Away

I will do –
whenever
wherever –
what you need.
Never fear.

My words to you
All true
as the remnants of this
heart

Alone
Neither
Roman nor Greek
Slave nor free
Woman nor man
Wife nor children
Alone

That, my love, on this
anniversary
is how I find myself

What difference
could 12 weeks make ?

What a difference
12 weeks made

My joy
My light –
MF ML ME –
closing my eyes
I will dream
of what was,
and what could have been.

1 April, 2013

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