Love is the Light
Love is the light that leads us to live
Leads us to share, leads us to give
Leads us to laugh, leads us to cry
Leads us to never say goodbye.
Love is the light.
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After the Storm--
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Blue Light Special--
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Breaking the Surface--
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Can't Find Dreamland
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Dancing by Moonlight
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Eclipse
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The Flute
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Knowing
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Like Magic
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Moon Phases
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More than Words
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My Cowboy Valentine
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No Ordinary Love
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One Life, One Love
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Provocative Percussion
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Single Red Rose
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Stone Upon Stone
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The Secret of the Roses
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Transcending Time--
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Under the Arbor
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Under the Aspens
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after the storm...
falling gently from the eaves of our home...
hear your slow somniferous breathing.
As I lie here watching you in the faintest of lights
I see your chest rise and fall.
And I am aware of only you
as, outside, the waters gather
as rivulets become creeks
and creeks become streams
and streams become rivers
deep pulsing waters
flowing over and under together in the moon's tide,
murmuring together in its silvery light,
until the sounds echo the powerful
gather and crash of the rhythmic sea,
drawn up again and again,
rising higher and higher with the pull of the tide,
the warm moist embracing sands shifting and melting
beneath bodies and spirits warmed by each other1s touch,
until the tides recede slowly,
soft surging pulses tempting the tide
to rise again, until
the streams becoming placid,
the creeks ceasing their churning and settle down
to a gentle laughing chuckle
as we hold each other close
and whisper "I love you"
and the rain falls gently
from the eaves.
After the Storm
The rain talks softly now...
and I sense you in the darkness,
s.m.chisam--1/1/97
--Love is the Light--
collided
forming what
for many years
seemed to be a brilliant superstar
of heat and light
a fiery intensity
set permanently in the heavens
the abruptness
of the detachment
as it cooled
left everyone wondering
if it hadn't been
just a blue light special
after all.
Blue Light Special
two ice-hot cold-fire stars
s.m.chisam --- October 1993
--Love is the Light--
that my ears heard
last night
by the river
as I shed my garments
and immersed my body
in the cool dark waters there?
Neither spirit nor bird;
That was my flute you heard
last night
by the river
as you immersed your body
in the cool dark waters
and I sang to you from the hollow.
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It called to me,
setting my spirit free
as I floated
in the river
bathed in water and light
and I heard its song
as it entered me there.
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Together we knelt;
It was my spirit you felt
and immersed
in the river
we sang our song
to the willows
to the stones
to the night.
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And all through the night
we sat on the stones
in the river by the willows
and the song we sang
was of day and of night,
of mountains and deserts,
of riding on the wind,
of thunderous storms
and of quiet talks
in the woodlands
by the river.
is my shelter from the storm
a fire to keep me warm
when it1s cold outside
is a resting place
from the hectic pace
of the world so wide
is a soothing balm
to keep me calm
when I1m missing you
seems too good to be true
because I love you, too.
makes me feel like magic,
like first love,
like a rainbow in the middle of a storm,
like seeing the moon come up between the pines
Your love feels like...
magic.
that said he was special to me
And he wrote back and asked just why
And how that that could be.
I thought of his eyes, the color of the forest
at twilight on a summer1s night
And I thought of his hands, which could
Gently caress or passionately hold me tight.
rippling through my hands
or his feet, tucked into an afghan
or walking down the sands.
I thought of his mind, so creative,
reaching to the furthest peak
And I thought of his words, which, like an eagle,
the smallest treasure would seek.
And of all that I have learned,
and how he makes me feel so loved,
and how I love him in return.
I thought of all this, but when I sat
down to write it all to him again,
My heart and spirit told me
that it was far more than I could explain.
And some from the soul and heart,
and my feelings for you are far beyond
this humble poet1s art...
And I can get through anything if only you are there.
When the trail is smooth, but especially when it1s rough,
I need your strength, and I need your gentle touch.
When the lightning strikes, I will dance if I1m with you.
In your arms the storm has glory
And in this here real-life story
You are my cowboy Valentine, and I1ll always be loving you.
smc 1999
You know it cannot be
Just let him go
Is what they said to me.
How could they know
The pain his leaving caused
The unknown depths
Of love that never was.
Is love any the less
If felt by one
And not by all the rest?
Does it not hurt
When lovers have to part?
Love draws no line
In matters of the heart.
as we rebuild our lives
upon the foundation of our love
we must carefully choose each stone
together
and we need to take the time
to place each stone so carefully,
that the house we build
will reflect our lives individually
as well as together
as the walls grow ever higher
to protect us from the things
which tore down the old walls,
much more easily
than we had thought possible
let us not forget to leave windows
here and there
so when the winds of change come
we can welcome them in
to refresh our lives
but if the winds are of destruction
we can shutter our windows against them
secure in our love
a stone of your choice,
and a stone of mine...
each offered
for the other's approval...
so carefully chosen,
so carefully placed
that our house is not built
by you or by me,
but by us,
stone upon stone.
1987
Under an arbor of white,
Its limbs arching over us,
like a protecting sense
of a shared past
Filtered light peeking through,
Purple wisteria sleeping now,
Roses blooming, welcoming us
With scent and scintillating visions
Of red and white, pink and mauve, salmon and gold.
You stop by a sturdy upright
and I stop with you
Feel your arms around me
enfolding me in an embrace
And then slowly, slowly, a kiss
That is a promise
Of what will follow
and then, hand in hand
we walk under the arbor
and into our future.
as I gaze at you, sleeping beneath their shade
late on this summer morning
As I watch with the wonder of a child
the lulling shifting shadows play on your face
and your clothing.
I move closer to where you are stretched out upon your back,
and I carefully lift your head and shoulders,
as gently as I can so not to wake you,
lowering them back to rest in the crossed legs of my lap.
Then I lean back against the white trunks,
Listening with a kind of quiet joy
to the sounds around me...
the soft soughing of the wind in the green canopy far above us,
the soothing rhythm of your breathing,
the gentle moving and almost unheard footfalls of a doe
in the glen between us and the creek.
I look out upon forest,
overcome by such a sense
of peace and love and connectedness
that I gently stroke your hair,
needing to be a part of the rhythm.
The scents of trees and growing things are carried on the wind,
and they call from near and far away and touch a place within.
I feel your hand reach up to gently clasp mine,
and catch the wonder in your eyes
as you awake to find me here
with you.
--Love is the Light--
The Song of the Flute
Was it spirit or bird
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s.m.chisam--Love is the Light--
Knowing
Knowing you love me
Knowing you love me
Knowing you love me
Knowing you love me
s.m.chisam---2/18/89--Love is the Light--
Like Magic
Your love
Life.
s.m.chisam--Love is the Light--
More Than Words
I sent a letter to my love
I thought of his hair, silky soft
And I thought of all he is,
For some things are meant to be spoken with words
s.m.chisam---Dec 95
--Love is the Light--
To My Cowboy Valentine
This life is a trail ride that, thankfully, we share,
When the thunder rolls, it is drums, and you are with me.
s.m.chisam
--Love is the Light--
smchisam--Love is the Light--
One Life, One Love
for Emily Dickenson
Dare not to dream
Unknown to whom?
s.m.chisam---9/89--Love is the Light--
--Love is the Light--
smchisam1995
--Love is the Light--
Stone Upon Stone
Stone upon stone
As we rebuild our home
stone upon stone...
s.m.chisam--Love is the Light--
s.m.chisam 3/15/98--Love is the Light--
Transcending Time
--Love is the Light--
Through the Arbor
Hand in hand we walk
smchisam for Tom, in memory of Sparks, Nevada--Love is the Light--
Under the Aspens
The long arching branches of the aspens sway gently
for Tom, in memory of Bryce Canyon 1996 s.m.chisam
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