A Pair of Poems to my favorite Muse.

A DISTANT TOUCH

She touches me

across the miles

and lifts my heart

I hear her smile

and I grin as well

I hear the catch in her voice

and I know she misses me

as much as I miss her

though it seems impossible

that anyone could.

I sense her breathing

and know that her flesh

yearns for mine

that we both feel the pull.

We will always be joined

in spirit, and that is right.

We long to be joined

once more in flesh,

to know once more together

what we remember so well.

Limbs entwined

Safely held.

To ride the wave of love

heart to heart

soul to soul

until it crests again and again

and we are

once again

united.

By William C. Seward, 7/6/07

WH

For Cat Dancing 

TRANSFORMATION

He wrote a hundred poems

And they were good

Then he met her

And none were good enough

All that he thought he knew

About love, and life, and desire

Suddenly fall short

Of his new reality

The things she teaches him

Of how things are

And ought to be

Make him wonder if he has known

Anything.

The things he had done

The man he was

Fall away

Relics of some other lifetime

The best of them

Only preparation

For what he is becoming.

She is his muse,

His mentor

And his soul mate

It is not easy

To find the path

To awake the shaman

To find the priest

He must have been

And will be again

The warrior path is

Full of challenge.

The butterfly does not emerge

From the cocoon

Without a struggle.

And she is there

The priestess he loves

She sees the shaman within

And welcomes her priest

Into the temple

By William C. Seward, 7/6/07

WH

For Cat Dancing