By Steve Soskin   intersys@cruzio.com
Date: 15 January 1998

The Name of my Sorrow

        She, in all of her redundant glory graciously allows me
        my sorrow
        Unnamed hurts hurdling the barriers
        To crash against my senses
        Senselessly hurtling through the ether
        Alighting as a mote upon my soul.


        I dwell not upon ideas long lost
        Nor dreams denied the light 
        Nuances of neon tinged thoughts
        Play amongst the timbre of other-worldly echoes
        shrouding my subjectivity
        in a beclouded cloak of desire.

        She remains a barbican of spontaneity
        Within the purloined musings of my motivation
        Fleetingly flaunting her exhibition
        As befits her stature

        Time's tuneless tirade continues unwinding
        Yielding not a care for banality
        In its forward march

        With every naïve plunge into the urn of my existence
        The name of my sorrow is hammered deep into my senses
        Unconsciously tattooing her rhythm into my synchronicity
        For the name of my sorrow
        Is love.
                            


I held you in my arms all night
But you were only a passionate memory pressed against my chest
An echo of yesterday with but a hint of tomorrow
A ripple upon my love-lined heart

We danced last night, you and I
in the moonlight, remember, or was it me- alone
Rhythmically swaying to an unheard melody while partnered with a mirage.

We made love last night, unforgettable passion tinged with pathos
Or did we?
Did I in my reverie make an astral journey of the heart
And arrive in your soul?

I held a Goddess close to me
and hold her even still
And caress her resounding beauty as she resonates within me

I hold you in my heart, an icon of beauty and grace
For you are no echo, no mirage
You are the substance of reality and the truth of love's mystery
The rapture and the ecstasy
The Goddess of my heart.