ad dominum meum

I am Streaming silent Radiant longing;
I am streaming helpless prayers
I am pretending to tear down all the
fragile dams so tenderly built to
protect your precious treasures

I love your mind’s measures,
it’s restless order calls to me, come
to follow and I will take your lead
take me to our love that brings us to meet
in temples where the sun still sleeps in
ancient stillness among tombs,

I love your reason’s wise madness, I
love how it breaks and re-constitutes me
into your architecture of passion, this
is the price of your love saved up and
mine taken at the cost of my life,

You living like a lonely child inside
the pit of my heart, I love you even when
I am a veil of rain inside your laughing eyes,
I love you with purest unity, portioned
without cut and without any returning
to my destiny

I love how your love takes us to the
sharp dangerous edges of your soul, nearby,
our guardian angels bend down in blessings
as every safety promised by God is allowed and
made manifest under your stern gaze, and I
inside your heart, this is where I sleep,
forever here.

©Ionwhite

tsunami

As a Light that always goes
In front, if I take you by the
hand, will everything be suddenly
simpler? The people, nicer, their
wordy evils turned to hardened lava
under their tongues, yes, as everything
is done by the hand.. take my hand
under this lamplight of love,

as from the black clouds, rubies and gems
pour out , as from my eyes your bottomless
sorrows fall into me; without your face before
me, as beneath each darkness of my eyelashes,
gardens bloom from blood rains pouring
down around my booted soul,

my love, what does a bubble
in the ocean know about the sea?
what does a handful of sand know
about the desert? Books are destroyed,
statues pulled down, banned
poems break like glass ..what would
even a child learn from all of this desolation?

I just want to be as a child for you,
as a Light that always goes
in front, I will take you by the hand
until we are both transparently, light
as light as places that have no names
in being, as essence as far from evil
just so you can stop and wait for me.

©Ionwhite

stripes of kohl

Blushed eyelids, stripes of kohl..
Colors of stigmata inside caved silences
violet stained red, horizons of absence, this
world is not mine

The trees of Eden do not grow in this Garden
and the soft breaths and the heaving bosoms of
flowers ignore my begging, claiming, but yes!,
you are the fruit of roots growing out of
deep nights descending the blind stars

Oh great Mother Night! daughter of Mercy, pity

our mechanical Egyptian arms, our drunken
glass eyes turned to the walls, reading
hieroglyphs between the drawings, laughter
reigns over this underground cavern of souls
our days of invention crashing soundlessly
our earthenware bearing resemblance
to the shamelessness of all shareable destructions

©Ionwhite

Khaled Hafez (Egyptian, b. 1963) | Tomb Sonata in Three Military ...

radiant prisoner

I belong to the tribe of those
who dwell in radiant darklight dawn,
Nights and days with eyes open
under the unbearable blinking
of the sun, watching
for signals in the sky,

The shadows of a dozen
dazzling eclipses on the face of time,
the whitelit thunderings from God
raging against a painted planet’s eyelashes

I’m on fire, I am reduced to ashes
The blooded bird takes her flight
disappearing inside a skylit ring
worn on the hand that paints the soft
grains in between light and darkness:
I live inside the eyes of a world
the eyes of a world where a man
takes no prisoners when he dreams.

© Ionwhite

Her train of Stars

Jeanne D’Arc

The demon of mockery
dragged you into the dust
to defile the noblest
image of humanity.

The spirit of this world
is eternally at war with
all that is beautiful
all that is good and great:
it does not believe in God
or in celestial spirits,
it wants to steal from the
heart all its treasures,
as it destroys all beliefs
by attacking all illusions.

But poetry, of humble birth
like you, is also
a pious shepherdess;
She covers you with all
the privileges of her divinity,
she surrounds you with
a procession of stars, and
spreads her glory around you …

O you that God’s heart made
you will live immortal!

The world likes to obscure
everything that shines,
to cover everything
that rises with it’s mire.
But fear nothing!

There are still good hearts
which quiver with sublime
and generous actions;
Momus delights the multitude,
a noble spirit cherishes
only noble things.

©Ionwhite