arriving

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me - the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods -
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house - , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate in the evening...

~ rilke

masquerade

beautiful creatures
behind sequined masks
and colourful feathers
one enchanting mystery night
some partly disguised
some partly hidden
veiled in a crowded glitterati
allowing anonymity
the perfect accessory
to the love of transgression
when a different persona
begins to perform
a new dance
the question is
which is real
what is pretense?
~r

my world belonged to me,
no easy surrender,
yet a higher wisdom
a better being by far
stays with me
- tonight I feel lost but never alone,
the emptiness only time could' ve shown
- You make my life You are my life,
my strength all along
I screwed up and have done You wrong,
i wont blame You if you don't forgive me,
i accused You when I couldn't see,
yet knowing
all the while You love me
- my world has ceased to turn right without You,
With You i lose my will to fight surrendering my heart.

~r