From my poetry series, "The water lover"

[vaneramos]

ii. Meditation

In the early quiet my lover is dark.
Mist cloaks surrounding hills.
Thunder murmurs along the brow.
When I come to the interface
of our growing desire
     he takes me up in silver
and swallows me wholly
     in his embrace.

Profound is your holding
     and lovemaking.
I come to you weary, angry
     or anguished with loneliness & lust.
You will always lave my
     human stirrings,
cleanse my passions of corrosion,
turn my heart to stillness.

What else should I desire
but beauty, grace
     and a prevailing calm?
I have found them here
     in you, my lake.

Washed in mystery,
your love is greater than human.
You are an angel
     in the depths.

Of the hundreds of poems I have written in the past nine years, this is one of the closest to my heart. It is dated July 15, 2000. I have never published any of this series anywhere before.

I want to thank mylastsigh for sharing a poem by Mary Oliver which made me think of my favourite place in the world.

I want to thank draco_kc for some formatting advice many weeks ago, which I finally got to use.

Comments

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. And thanks for the first part of your report on IML. I didn't get a chance to comment, but read it with interest and look forward to the rest. Hopefully I'll have a chance to make that trip sometime.