I’m dreaming now of light, and maybe some sweet wine.
Posted by Roberta Lipp on February 2, 2007
I wish I could define
I wish I could fully understand
I wouldn’t call you soulmate
But my soul feels like a mate for yours
We couldn’t be more different
You wouldn’t think we’d match
But we do somehow
Match
And really really fit
Love at first sight
Meant to be together
Fireworks
The universe exploding with delight
That’s not us
But our coming together
is the most gentling of unions
It is the sweetest party
I hope to always attend
And yes, we make the universe smile
The last thing you want
I think
is for me to write you a love poem
But I am swelling right now
It is pushing beyond the container that is my skin
(I can feel it)
How much I love being with you
How happy I feel when you are with me
How simply and effortlessly we connect
How precious a person you are
to me
You and I are two
who struggle to be understood
who know how strangely
albeit wonderfully
we fit into this world
But we have never struggled to understand
or be understood by
one another
We just understand
And we accept
and I think we both find that to be
the most cuddlesome place we’ve every laid our heads
We know our challenges well
The difficulties that are this relationship
But loving each other
spending days with each other
playing with each other
knowing each other
only gets easier.
Easier.
I’d never have imagined someone like you
I’d never have picked you for me
(well, until I did)
And now I see that we are this perfectly mismatched set,
like kitschy ceramic salt and pepper shakers.
the stars and the moon and the dancing tree…
My soul has found a mate
My heart has found a song
My head has found a cradle
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Happy Imbolc.
And Groundhog’s Day.
Inspired by Lady Brigid, and by the Second Annual Brigid In Cyberspace Poetry Reading.
Here are some old, Roberta-written Groundhog’s Day lyrics.
Seymour, MSW said
Ooooohhhhh, Roberta!
“Oh Earth! You are too wonderful for anyone to ever realize you!”
elissa said
how does this feel now too?
Roberta Lipp said
The thing I checked in on, within myself, constantly through the course of this relationship, was Am I doing anything that I will later regret? I loved as hard as I could, given the circumstances. Had he been more giving, I could have loved even harder.
Writing this was me pushing my own boundaries; permitting myself to love as hard as I wanted, regardless of what I was receiving.
I was asked recently if I had to choose between a life of only being loved or of only giving it, which way would I go.
Giving. No question.
Maybe Joe would answer the same, which is why this isn’t hurting him as bad as it’s hurting me. Joe loves me. But not as much.