"Hidden by the Sleeve of Night" by Edmund Dulac, from Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat

 

 

Missing the Meteors

by Charles Tennyson-Turner

A hint of rain–a touch of lazy doubt–
Sent me to bedward on that prime of nights,
When the air met and burst the aerolites,
Making the men stare and the children shout:
Why did no beam from all that rout and rush
Of darting meteors, pierce my drowsed head?
Strike on the portals of my sleep? and flush
My spirit through mine eyelids, in the stead
Of that poor vapid dream? My soul was pained,
My very soul, to have slept while others woke,
While little children their delight outspoke,
And in their eyes’ small chambers entertained
Far motions of the Kosmos! I mistook
The purpose of that night–it had not rained.

Miss you on this Leonid evening Xan, especially after my dreams of you,
which burned bright through the atmosphere last night. — Lotte

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My Beloved,

Leaves will fall, winds will blow and be gone, snows will fall and melt away down city streets and yet, there we’ll be, feeling the wind blow past us, and watching the springtime trees budding, hearing the rush of snowmelt down the drains. As the days, weeks and years pass Lotte, we’ll never lose touch with our Love, whether skin to skin in each other’s tight embracing arms or across dark foreign waters and cold mountains.

Together in love.

Xander

Time goes by so slowly…

Lotte2-1

Across the miles.

My Beloved Lotte,

Our hearts can rest now that we’ve found each other even while this unceasing energy roars through them. Your thoughtful letter sent with the beauty of Earth’s magical plants inside will always go with me and comfort my heart in your absence.

Love,

Xander


“Only love is motion and rest in one.

Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.

But this rest itself is an intense form of activity

where utter quiescence and unceasing energy meet at the same point.”

– R. Tagore

Cold night's moon.

Cold night's moon.

Watching through the community house window

the autumn moon rising,

I cannot sleep.

So I walk

Shirtless in the dark cold night, wondering;

Will we ever be alone together in this world,

When I might feel the entire softness of you,

And you the complete strength of me?

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Written to my Beloved Lotte, sitting alone in a cushioned restaurant window seat.

Dust of the Mahabharata

Still on our bodies,

We endure on drink daily

Of Divine selflessness

At each other’s fountains of  Love.

— Xander Gyre

Lotte, Your Love and You sustain me.

A Poem in Each Book -- Birds by Georges Braque

A Poem in Each Book -- Birds by Georges Braque

A Song of Eternity in Time

by Sidney Lanier

Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our starlight that for us was shining.

A star that had remarked her pain
Shone straightway down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
“Thus Time,” I cried, “is but a tear
Some one hath wept ‘twixt hope and fear,
Yet in his little lucent sphere
Our star of stars, Eternity, is beaming.”

Missing you terribly, Xander —

Lotte

Is there a blanket anywhere

We can get under together tonight?

We’d sleep much better

No matter the weather and besides,

I don’t bite.

— Xander

Following the roads

Of dreams to you, my feet

Never rest. But one glimpse of you

In reality would be

Worth all these many nights of love.

Ono No Komachi (834-880)

Translation by Kenneth Rexroth


夢ぢには
あしもやすめず
かよへども
うつつにひとめ
見しごとはあらず

Luna Looks for Us

Luna Looks Over Us

Last night’s Lunagraph.  She’ll keep circling back around to us to see where we are with each passing day and each month.  It seems our Love is beyond the celestial, beyond the holy, indeed One with the Divine which created the moon and sent Her on Her orbit over our lives here.

Lotte my Love,

So long as Luna’s above above us, no matter how far apart we are in this world, the tide of our devotion and passion will keep as together as One in our Divine Love.  And when Luna has disappeared from us in this world, we’ll walk hand in hand, hearts together into our next life together.

Eternally Together,  One in Love,

Alexander Gyre

Received from Xander a few days ago

Received from Xander a few days ago

...along with a few survival supplies for an upcoming trip.

...along with a few survival supplies for an upcoming trip.

My dearest Xander —

There were eleven threads in that swatch from your yellow pants. Each one made precious for every time it brushed against your sweet, warm body!

Soft-eyed, Yours,

Lotte

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"Lotte and Gyre" banner illustration by Edmund Dulac from Omar Khayyam's "Rubaiyat," translated by Edward Fitzgerald, 1909.