JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
These words I shed are right from the heart, Some it will inspire, to others tear apart, But none the less they must be told, These words that can be so new, yet so old, They must have survived throughout generations, To some it brings heartache, to others elations, These words can be said at any chosen time, They can be told gently or at the drop of a dime, When told to a person who feels the same, Into their arms you go and forever remain, But told to a person who doesn't quite agree, The pain they can bring is awful to see, These words will steal your heart like a crook. Its victims aren't chosen by age or by looks, And no matter how your life is arranged, Once they are spoken it will always be changed, If the words I shed are still a mystery, Think back along the lines of history, What words are immune to death or by lies, What words can comfort the sound of our cries, When thinking of you these words come to mind, These bittersweet words that have power to bind, If you don't know yet and I think that you do, These special sweet words are, I Love You.
