Tag: my wish

there's one thing 
i'd like to ask you now
because i know you read what i say
and how

i know you can read these words 
before i ever post
so that with these words i need just to write 
knowing you'll read them fine 

and i know your mum is reading them too
and i'm glad you are as well
because if the cards i've chosen 
are the cards of my heart 

then the cards when i gift them 
will restart three lives and maybe more:
not only for myself 
and not only for the person i love the most 

but also serving to make good and fair
the pain we suffered rudely
and maybe that ... yes maybe this 
and maybe ever so crudely too

and i care little now 
to attribute blame 
because blame doesn't fit 
the human spirit 

as i see it:
not when human it is 
and desiring of an embrace 
and a taste of true lips 

and the hug of compassion 
and a laughter that never shames:
just these sorts of things
that bring us all into being again

and then once more manage to open the doors 
to ways of waking in mornings galore
where wanting to do so 
is easy as pie

and wry scornful actions 
no longer pepper our days 
and the grimace of hurt 
is left fabulously in the lurch

as we realise that true expressions of love 
repair and renew and heal ever so fine
if given the chance 
to emerge from their dens 

and lairs and burrows 
of hidden sorrows:
because this is what i want 
and not from tomorrow 

this is what i want to say right today
to both of you too it's absolutely true:
thank you in a way that is as irish as can be
for making it all finally possible 

that true love may happen:
no longer sacrificial in any way 
but just as an open-handed life 
that loves itself and its possessors as equals

and so once again with both i say 
the persons i hurt so many times for real
and the persons i meant no harm to in any way
that here's the truth beyond my desires

in no way did i strive to make them higher: 
true love is what it says
and it would have been easier it's true 
to fall in love with someone else 

and not in love with you 
but i didn't choose to love you this way
because i thought it tool of hate 
and although it all seemed planned so clear

the first in my mind 
was not to take vengeance on the prior:
not in this way was it my intention 
nor even serving the purpose of obsession 

because now as i feel it and sense it so deep
the only thing i regret in all of this
was my impropriety when this heart did love
and finding myself incapable of discretion 

and choosing to use my words 
in poems everyone detested:
and so if anything 
i can manage to make right and now 

i'd like it to be to chat with the both of you
and how
and show you that life can be beautiful and good
when a table and food and a predisposition 

on all sides to learn
from the hurt of the past
so the passed it does become
and finds itself replaced firmly 

with the hand and hug of friendship long: 
never lost again 
to the anger of all that
because as the man i now do slowly become

it's my hat to two irish ladies 
of the very best there've ever been
i wish to tip and salute in this truth
as i mentioned above in love:

friendship beyond everything 
because this is it and this is fine 
and this is grand and grander than all
and this ... why ireland (it's true)