A little poem written at my shrine this midnight when I should have been meditating...
God-man, grandfather, secret friend
Pharaonic in your silences and stares
Elusive in your maddening love
Absconding with my freedom
Boycotting my dreams
You prowl at the edge of my everything
Propped in my heart like some saint
Watchful as a sphinx, indifferent as stone
Soul-guide, envoy, enigma
Keeper of my keys, puppeteer
Tugging at my strings,
Maestro of my anguishes and cries,
Trailblazer, bright comet, my strange valentine
Embedded deep like a thorn.
You’re constant, meticulous, relentless
Playing at your tricks and graces
You cast me away, then
My confidante, draw me near.
Is it true that your love’s so deep?
Watch over me tonight
Rock this wretched crib when I sleep.