my face in thine eyes

my face in thine eyes
thine in mine appears
and true plain hearts do in their faces rest
where can we find two better hemispheres
without sharp north, without declining west
whatever dies was not mixed equally
if our two loves be one
or thou and i love so alike
that none can slacken
none can die

from ‘Tristan and Isolde’

photo from Eva-Marie Lind


moving too fast
leads to doubt
allowing no feeling
all that you are
along the way

even if eyes on your words
can be a form of touch
you long for
you are precious
and grow
like a little seed in its bud
into a flower

be patient
all in good time…

© r.e.l. 5/28/10

inspired by my daughter

photo by Lori Tuttle

posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry