sweet surprise.

sweet surprise softly sighs,
this gift you give so gladly
a special song to surround,
my lover speaks of life
and requires no payment

delicate child of my nights
you come unto my sadness
a glowing guiding moon
leading me home to your heart
i give you my words, this poor reply

sweet surprise softly sighs,
oh poet, full of mysteries
will i fall, piercing your heart
burning, a bright golden flame
to survive all timelessness.

i stand in silence, stained in sadness
and sweet surprise she softly sighs

greg

G'day dear Cousin Greg; I hope that cyclone in Australia isn't near Hobart and you, and I hope you are safe.

This is such a tender and romantic poem; it has an ineffable sweetness to it which is... vulnerable, and very dear. I'm sure it would be well-received by a romantic partner.

In any case, I certainly like it, and think it most evocative and lovely, as well as being skillfully and sensitively crafted. I think it's a keeper.

I love that final couplet, with its wonderful line:

i stand in silence, stained in sadness

Indeed we stand in silence, stained in sadness, and, once in a while, like the very breath of heaven, as you say in the second line of the couplet:

and sweet surprise she softly sighs

We are surprised by intimacy, by finding that we are not alone, or at least that we are alone together. I find this poem, like all your poems, to be existentially insightful. One has had to have suffered to get to this perspective. As one who has suffered, and can tell when another has, I respect you for it all the more, and think you have learned much, turning suffering into meaningful art.

Thank you so much for sharing this.

Love from your cousin,

+Stevie

g`day and thank you dear cousin, we are well out of it as they say, the cyclone is up north doing its dampest to blow us aussie away, I reckon it`ll take more than a bloody big wind.

thank you also for your kind comments on sweet surprise, it is inspired in part by sandy denny a beautifully voiced folk singer whom I have just discovered, her music is hauntingly wonderful, any way enough prattle, keep well dear cousin respect and love greg.

I just got out a map and checked, and I feel pretty stupid: I had it in my head that Tasmania was north of the mainland and not to the south, as I see now it is. I knew it was certainly "an island unto itself," but had it wrong way round. Well, in any case, this way you are about as far from the cyclone as can be, and that is a good thing. Maybe my misunderstanding was based on remembering somehow that Tasmania would seem to me to be cooler than the mainland, which to us up here seems a northerly characteristic. I live wrong way round up or down anyway, wherever I am, swimming upstream.

Respect and solidarity to Aussies all, especially you, dear Cousin.

Love,

+Stevie

this is wonderfully written.
misty..

thank you dear misty for your kind comments, it is always an encouragement to receive such generous feedback, and dear cousin me thinks we all live wrong way round up or down , swimming upstream but thats half the fun of living at all.love to both, keep wel and take care, greg