Love Poems for Beltane

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
of her life, and weaves them gratefully
into a single cloth --

it's she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration

Where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
it's you she receives.

You are the partner of her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues.
With each disclosure you encompass more
and she stretches beyond what limits her,
to hold you.


~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~
(Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God,
translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

I am dusk
And all soft things
Which permeate,
The whisper
Of purple and blue
At the edge of the earth
And all along the curve of your mind.

I am woman,
Formed and shaped
Out of the mystery
That boils at the heart of the universe,
Yet stands and breathes
Just a heartbeat away.

Do you want me?
I am already yours.
I was given
In the beginning of your dreams.

I belong to you
As sound is shaped by silence
And shadow is cast from substance.

I am the stillness
That wakens you in the night
And stirs your ashes
Into thoughts of God/dess and life
And the scent of my hair.

I am woman,
The pulse
Which runs like a chant
And a drumbeat
Under your thought,
Then shifts and rises
In the gentle choir
Of soul and thought
That yields your dreams.

Do you want me?
I am already yours.
We were carved
Each
By the edge of the other
As space and substance
Clasp and define one another.
I am the hollow of your hand,
The curve of your soul.

Yet know that
That which arcs the universe
Into time and space and form,
And that which sifts the infinite
Into stars and dreams and breath,
And the sweet drift of the scent of my hair
Is the possession, the eternal possession,
Of that which is never possessed…

I am shadow
And all that follows
And yet eludes.

I am woman,
I am the other side of love…
I am the other name for you.

~~ Source Unknown ~~

In your hands I place my heart
Beating true to what is held dear.
And into your keeping I give my soul
Radiant with the reflection of your light.
If you should have need, I will know
For we are bound beyond time forevermore.
Your arms are my haven and my stronghold.
My body is your comfort in the storm.
Bound in a circle of fire and steel
Our spirits will find each other through the years.

~~ Source Unknown ~~

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.

~~ Rumi ~~