by David C. Weiss
Oh, anxious one,
Do you not sense mein the silent, spacious stillnesslistening for your footfallstoward my beckoning hand.
Is not your heartpillowed on my bosomlike moonlight nuzzledon new fallen snow.
My Beloved,
I am desiresyou are desiring,wellspring of your passion,roar of the lion-childfrom your mouth.
I am firestreaming from your lanternsetting aflame muted candleswithin shrouded hearts.
With the publication of his first collection of poems, A Heart on Fire, Poems from the Flames, David C. Weiss has continued to write poetry. As a member of the faculty of OLLI College at the University of Southern Maine he has offered workshops on poetry writing and the poetry of Western and Eastern Mystics. David earned his Master of Theology and Ph.D. in Pastoral Psychology degrees from Boston University.
