Two Poems by Myrtle Thomas

 

An Unseen Altar 

 

can we still remember the sacrifice of our bodies?

and submitting our hearts to our natural desire.

 

I wasn't beguiled by the moonlight

          nor fooled by a deceptive tongue

                    though your eyes mystified me.

 

                                      but like the seasons fall on us

      with colour or dull winter hues and embrace us

              with their natural holy arms.

 

our  time together will remain as another season

                    one to recall in good times and bad times

                                       as fallen leaves and shooting stars.

 

                     times when the fragrance of summer pines

                                  drifted in the air and mingled with roses

                                                        it was so profoundly intoxicating .

 

you found me upon eternities altar offering myself

                              to your eyes , your hands and your heart

                                             and the wind was like a bell singing softly.

 

                    there was like a rush of red from a stone

      buried within my breast , pale and clothed in passion

                                         crowned by a circle of stars and moonlight.

 

will we ever forget the moment we died to ourselves?

and became welded to one another with our passion!

 

 

Things That I Think Of Suddenly

 

We have forgotten the sight of daylight

and walked hand in hand from dusk to dawn

tasting the sweetness of the blackberry of night

staining ourselves with the darkest hours of time.

It seems as though each footstep flees from us

and the sun and the moon revolves so quickly

spinning the fine threads of time into eternity

wiping our fingerprints from our life-

and turning them into dust in realms we can't see.

Where will we be then?

who will take our place or remember our love!

should I be fearful of what lies ahead more than-

what was behind us in our footprints?

maybe there will be a land so vast of nothing at all

only planets and scattered stars dancing in the moonlight.

If this life is all that will consume us we might never know-

more than we've had here in our breath and memory

maybe our very passion was the fire in our souls

and our blood was the ink we wrote our love with-

staining our very fingerprints on the pages of my poetry

and the wind of time recites each verse like a song.

 

Myrtle Thomas lives in the United States and is retired from a large manufacturing company. She has been published in " Otherwise Engaged Literature and Arts Journal , Writers and Readers Magazine , Literary Cocktail Magazine, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Sincere Dalliances , Ink Pantry , Masticadores USA ,  Chewers & Masticadores . She is a member of Allpoetry.com and you can find her under the Penn name Blue2U.