High in the hills,
there is a lake, a tarn;
I go to it to enter into
an ending, or a beginning,
like now.
Last time I came, there was
sadness there,
and I left my she there,
the inner she in me.
But
without her I was brittle and hard,
still conscious not to be harsh or crude,
but not feeling so;
I was strategy and cunning.
I need her she in me
to be in me
to prompt me and guide me
to kiss your hand,
to caress away the tear from your cheek.
I need that
she in me
to interlink hands, to
loop my finger in with
yours,
I need my she to
blend with your he,
your inner he.
I came again, now,
to reclaim her, so that now,
I can accept my gift,
take my prize,
with a cry of joy,
with sweet tears in my eyes,
and with lowered head, and on bended knee,
I give to you my me,
and hold your me in I.
Comments
jennifer | June 20, 2008 - 09:46
Love the last two lines:
'I give to you my me,
and hold your me in I.'
Almost like a marriage vow...
sunshine | June 20, 2008 - 13:23
Agree it does end very beautifully and it's a lovely concept, illustrated well. For me these lines (below) seem unecessary and in fact dilute the impact of the first stanza because the point made is implicit in the previous lines which flow so well:
she in me
to interlink hands, to
loop my finger in with
yours,
I need my she to
blend with your he,
your inner he.
animan | June 20, 2008 - 21:34
Good points - thank you, both. It was fun to write though and took me on an interesting journey. I should get out more often!