the tale from gethsemene *(tentative title)

you came to me in an eclipsed world

where the memory of the sun

still burnt but faded

turned under the weight of years

into a fantastic thing, a child tale

a dream talk and a fool's hope

you came in the greys of the day

like a neighbor who has been traveling

far beyond the arm of the familiar

and so I recognized you and did not

for behind the face of the next door over

beat the strangeness and it was hungry

for me and i for it

but afraid because it was so strong

and burnt in your eyes like a passion

it flooded your skin and arced through your movements

and the tastes of it i found

in the words from your tongue

were sweet and bitter

stinging my tongue with its bristling courage

and soothing it again in its glow

and how hungry i was for it

for the whole from which your words flowed

i could be content no more with the fruit

but must have the seed myself

you were so hungry to give it

that once reaching out my hand you took it

and carried me across the grey streets

up the grey mountains along the grey streams

i was not tired carried as i was

and upon the mountaintop you set me down

i was crying for the hunger

the need you had awakened in me

you stood tall upon the mountain top

and carful as Atlas beneath the earth

spread your arms wide and cried out

and the sun came bursting through

an explosive wave that struck like a shout

sweeping through me and carrying me away

lighting me up through my skin

you gave me the world as it should be

as it once was

i have tasted this love and it is good

-HMM