CCXXXIII and CCXXXIV

Would people mock me if I shed my shoes

and rested them beside me by the brink

and sat beside the lakeside for some views,

my feet beneath the surface of the drink?

The rest of them are walking on the trail

but I would like to take that little break.

Yet wouldn’t like to be the one to fail

and break the rules of “trail beside the lake”.

So I’ll not see the views bybrink today.

It’s clear the others aren’t desperate to.

If it were nice, they’d all take time to stay,

their feet inside the lake to see the view.

Thus none of us were brave enough to bend

to see that which required we descend.

~~~

Will you hold me up to your heart so long

that all that I can see and hear is you?

Will you envelop every weight and wrong,

and swallow all my pain inside of you?

Will you allow my drying eyes to droop

and drop the mask I keep for all but you?

Will you drop down to my faint soul, and scoop

my tiredness into the bed of you?

Will you so hide my face so I can see

that one alone can know me--only you?

If you could know each searing seam and be

the bulwark of my aching soul, would you?

I’d have no other know me so but you.

An honor or a pity--up to you.