Poetry

[Clair Fay]

For those in those pesky things called "long distance relationships."

"Dearest, Darling, Beloved"

Every night
I fall asleep and cast my arm to my side,
Half expecting to find you,
Always disappointed when I don't
As I whisper out
"My dearest, my beloved, where are you?"

Each morn
I grope the area around me,
Always hoping that who I long for
Will appear in the magical way that he carries.
I wonder where you are
And I whisper out,
"My beloved, my dearest, where are you?"

I reach out my hand throughout the day
Met with air in the way I always am
And whisper a whimper,
"My dearest, my darling, where are you?"

I think of running my hands across your skin,
Feeling it beneath mine,
And a strange warmth spreads across my heart.
I dream of tracing your willing marks,
And I sigh at the euphoric feelings
I get a teasing taste of.

I almost feel your skin at times,
And I want to cry out for lack of it.
I feel the pain, both self and otherwise inflicted,
Then the image of you next to me comes,
And it all melts away for that moment.

This water surrounds me
To which I add generously.
My hopes and fears and longings...
Through the water, as if
I had gills, which I must for I live here
Too naturally and easily,
I whisper your name,
Repeat the question:
"My darling, my beloved, my dearest where are you?"

We wait patiently for the day
Where we will reach out for the other
And meet the other
Where smiles stretch across our face and heart,
Due to the two being one,
And our combined wispers of,
"My dearest, my darling, my beloved...
There you are."  

[Clair Fay]

"A Divine Mystery"

Half of the world
Envies what I have here.

"If you love something let it go,"
They say, but somehow
Deep in my heart, I know
That even if I were to let it go
It would never be lost.

Does this knowledge of heart
Inspire me to let go?
No, for my hand barely rests
Upon this bond, this rail, this--
So natutal and genuine and easy is it.

And it strikes my brain as bequiling
For every other bond,
Every other rail,
My hand has gripped on so tightly,
Reffusing to let go.

A true mystery in its own.
But for once, my mind and heart in agreement,
for this, it is agreed that this mystery
Is not, per say, better left unsolved--
No. But more accurately,
In both heart and mind,
This is a mystery I do not
Care to solve.  

[Clair Fay]

"Us" ("Magic of the Heart")

In the time of the waning moon
*And the time of a woman's rise
I feel it completely in my being
That we are those who complete one another.

Our hearts are those who compliment and complete,
Make bigger and fuller and richer,
The other.

Strange as it may seem,
Though Eros and Psyche,
They who to many embody "true love,"
Think it so right,
We are those who will be the solution.

Do you feel it too?
Deep in your being,
Do you feel this magic?
Do you feel that this will be?
Us, Magic of the Heart.


*When a woman is on her period, her psychic awareness rises naturally. Figured I should explain that line.  

[Clair Fay]

Some old poetry of mine.

"Blew it All"

Ever notice that rage never goes away?
Now I wish I had gone down with a warm body
Then at least it would be clean
'Cause right now all it is is messy to the point of inhumane
I wish I had gone down with a warm body
Because then at least I would have had something
Instead you gave in and out
Instead you went out with matches flying

Patches of grass
Wood formed into bridges
Instead you went out with matches flying
And I had to burn
Just like I should have known I would
Just like I knew I could never have
The balance you offered me
Because that's just not like life
We can't even have one good thing like that

Soul mates, maybe
Lovers, oh definitely
Maelable?
Oh we thought not

We had magick on our side
Never knew that, did you?
We had magick on our side
I had asked it to be
We had luck on our side
Didn't I tell you?
I gave my heart and life to give us that
But I guess I blew it
On someone who blew me off

I was dust on your shoulder
Magick, lucky pixie dust
But you saw only the first seen
And brushed me off

I guess I blew it all
On someone who blew me off
Because I wasn't their precious gold powder

Soul mates, maybe
Lovers, oh definitely
Maelable?
Oh we thought not
I guess we were wrong
Just like we are wont to be

I gave my heart and life on us
I guess I blew it all
On someone who blew me off
Now I wish I had gone down with that warm body
At least then I would have something to fall on
Instead of the land where you flew the matches