Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for light
Hope?
In the space between the hardened-heart ache after the death of my father
and the loneliness of an old, empty house on a rainy day,
there is a little hope,
or something like it,
a voice that tells me it will be all right,
everything will be all right.
Even if my heart doesn’t know it,
and my face doesn’t show it,
there’s a sliver of hope here somewhere.
Someone shine a light please.
Could You Be More Beautiful?
I can’t get over how beautiful you look in this light.
Your skin is a creamy shade of cocoa
and glows from within
with a light that would guide me home
if you looked my way more often.
You look like a movie star,
and though I’m sure that you weren’t meant for this world,
or perhaps I wasn’t meant for your world,
your charm is such that I don’t feel awkward around you.
Even your smile is a welcoming expression of contented joy.
I would ask you to dance if I weren’t afraid of cracking the rare perfection of this moment.
Of course, you would dance with me
knowing that more such moments would come.
When I Know You
When I hear you,
I hear joy, tenderness, laughter, and light,
strength, passion, will, and might.
When I see you,
I see life, beauty, wildness, and truth,
the sun, the moon, wisdom, and youth.
When I smell you,
I smell flowers, musk, your hair, your hands,
dawn and dusk, the beach, the sands.
When I touch you,
I feel your softness, your power, your grace, your art,
the blood coursing through you, the beat of your heart.
When I taste you,
I taste earth, water, cool, and sweet,
body, blood, salt, and heat.
When I know you,
I will know everything worth knowing.
Love’s Soft Light
Love’s soft light
a candle flame
I see by when I light it.
A flame extinguished
just the same,
when I try to fight it.
