THE WINDS OF LOVE
Just when I thought that
I was through with love,
And love with me,
A windmill in my mind
Begins to spin with thoughts of thee.
A wind so strong it splays the shafts
Of tears that spring within,
Repressed desires, rise again
And activate new fears.
These thoughts of you, a touch, a tone,
A hand that knows itself,
And knows what regions of my life
To reach and to engulf.
If I were any other self
I’d shrink and disappear
In order to avoid the risk
Of loving one, for fear
This loving was a phantom
The windmill generates
‘Till when the wind dies out
Then, we are left inviolate.
Just when I thought that
I was through with love,
And love with me,
A windmill in my mind
Begins to spin with thoughts of thee.
A wind so strong it splays the shafts
Of tears that spring within,
Repressed desires, rise again
And activate new fears.
These thoughts of you, a touch, a tone,
A hand that knows itself,
And knows what regions of my life
To reach and to engulf.
If I were any other self
I’d shrink and disappear
In order to avoid the risk
Of loving one, for fear
This loving was a phantom
The windmill generates
‘Till when the wind dies out
Then, we are left inviolate.
anonymous
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2 comments:
A beautiful, thought provoking poem. I have read it over several times.
I too have reread this poem a few times, it seems to speak of the torment and risk that can be love ... yet hope too, that it is never to late to find love or to be loved.
Thanks for posting!
Cathleen
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