Poems of Long Ago

I found you yesterday

hidden in the pages of an old notebook.

Poems of long ago

penned in the tears of one

who was wounded

and condemned.

Not damned by any god.

But cursed by men.

Men who rule and consume.

I saw in your words

hands raised,

  grasping for mercy and love.

I heard echoes of pain

reverberating deep within

  a desiccated well.

I remembered.

Remembered all too easily

the despair.

And I knew what you did not know.

There at your side,

  always near,

was Love.

The Beloved cried as you sought,

grasped,  prayed

  for what was already yours.

I found you yesterday.

Not in the pages of a book,

but here within my soul.

And together we know Love.

10/07/2023