The Castings of Deeper Love

The first fires of love forging a future with their white heat -
when they cool?
perhaps no more than dust to be blown away by the wind,
perhaps no more than wishes to be washed with tears,

but perhaps something more solid and lasting,
perhaps something of gold and iron wrought strong
or something of great worth not recognised
until cooled in the ashes it is found.
 
These, true founded,
stand the test of time,
for these are the real
castings of deeper love.

Exile

The weeping heart of exile -
a longing that comes from deep inside.
You send me post cards
of where we might have been,
but where we are not

In a mirror reflected differently

In a mirror reflected differently:
each in the other's eyes;
weaving two people -
with wonder
with questions
with seeing -
and amazement that this could be.