Before We Get Caught

She smiles at me from the inside of rose peddles

and behind clear, blue skies;

drenches me with warm showers and sunshine

until I am soaking wet,

and rise to the embrace of the

emptiness called the Beloved.

How long shall we play this game, Beloved?

The fall,

the death,

the melting back into the earth and rising again?

How long until I return to my true Self,

the one who carries sunshine in the basket of my heart

and kisses the moon causing

her to blush out elongated shadows

from her pale, blue light

onto the dark side of the Earth?

When will we embrace again

like day and darkness

continually coddling at the horizon;

The hope and dream of clipper ships

in their search for unfulfilled dreams?

Whenever I want to

break the cycle of love and hate,

poverty and prosperity,

light and dark we will be One?

Let's do it right now then, before we get caught!

I won't tell anyone. I promise!

They will just know

by the sweet glow

they will notice

in my smile.

Om Prakash Gilmore

Copyright April 30, 2012