The easy part is loving you
That I could never help, nor would I wish to
And, inch’Allah, it will remain a soft way
Until there is no more music in my ear
Or beauty to beguile my eye.
The price I pay for my devotion – oh!
How could I ever count it?
Let me put such thoughts aside
Until another dawn steals up
Let the reckoning be tomorrow.
First I have pearls and diamonds to count
Not the dirt beneath my nails
I came by in digging them
Or the tightness in my chest
From the diver’s single breath.
Next I have to watch the trees
Minding them to see that there are leaves
So that the breeze can sigh
I take no thought that I too
May have such sounds to shed ere long.
Thirdly there is sky to marvel at
In all its procession from grey to blue
Sun-split, opaque, or sapphire clear
Why spend time counting raindrops
Here is a day not made for shedding tears.
Too much to count! All the heady blessings
The catalogue of bliss and ecstasy
The singing and the laughter
That may one day be paid for as I weep
Only not today, my dearest love.
Today is for the yellow sunshine
Today’s are the rippling rivers and lakes
Today is for all heron-flights
Today’s are a million wonders of love
Today is for you and me.
So when tomorrow comes I will pay
I will dig deep into my stores
I will acknowledge pain
And pay my final debt to cares
Tomorrow when the apricots bloom.
[c] 2006
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Written February 3rd, 2006
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Slowly, I submerse myself in the beauty of your poems,
allowing the richness of your soul to wash over me.
A lovely way to spend an evening.
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You have picked from a list of poems in which I was motivated by an acute longing. Technically, these might not be my best poems, but they were very deeply felt.
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oh my, I'm quite jealous-
it must feel amazing to have someone who inspires so much beauty from your soul
Today is for the yellow sunshine
Today’s are the rippling rivers and lakes
Today is for all heron-flights
Today’s are a million wonders of love
Today is for you and me.
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It was.
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Hmm... I shall savor this Celestine canon over these next few days. Hope you are doing well... btw, what does the (Scottish?) title mean?
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{chuckling} It's Arabic, not Scots, and it means "Tomorrow, when the apricots bloom". It's the Egyptian equivalent of "mañana". Thanks for the accolade.
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Melodies, I am so glad you like it. Most of my poems are inspired by someone. Well most of them by the same person! {blushes}
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Being loved by you would be marvelous. And you'd get poems, too! This sweet poem is dear..true and touching!
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Glad you liked it, Shaker. Ah, but the beauty of bukra - tomorrow - is that it is always one day away!
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Yes, sometimes you must live for the day and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow! This was a beautiful write and I liked the many nature references! Good job and thanks for your visit to my works too! The Shaker
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