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the lie

I looked for you
in the echo of my friends’ words
in those moments
in which they no longer spoke

at my father’s and mother’s dying bed
I looked for you
I gathered you close
in the first eyelight of my children

never, though, I met you
never I’ve known you inside

that is why I no longer fear you

I know you do not know me
and I not you

from my dreams
I’ve exiled you
from my hope

your name have I forgotten
like the name of an old doll

and now that I slowly retrieve the child in me
the scent of myrrh and candles dissipates

now that I am farther than I can return
now in my chest the longing stops

and I shake my head now
for all the foolishness you are

that turns you into a lie
day after day



Dany Hilven

Great stuff Dany!

"I know you do not know me
and I not you "

You don't know that at all.

You just want to know more directly
You just want to know
and I suspect you will.
You are certainly looking in the right places
as is outlined in your poetry.

Perhaps you could say

"as I seek You
I know me more
and in knowing me
I stagger to You
I hunger and I thirst
and you offer vinegar
some wine would be good
some wine would be good
some wine..........."

The rest (your questioning) is mystic in the making.

You would love the poems of Rabindranath Tagore.
Keep writing Dany.

I'm honoured, Mat.
I've waited a long time before posting any work at all... it's great that here and there somobody not only reads, but also reacts to it!