A SAGE BY RJ KNIGHT
KISS ME NOW
SO SOFT AND SWEET
AND JOIN TOGETHER IN THE SONG OF HEAT
TOUCH ME ALL OVER
AND MAKE ME YOURS
AGAIN AND AGAIN
UNDER THE SHADOW OF BLACK
WHERE THE STARS SHINE DOWN
BASHFUL AT THE SIGHT AS
WE ARE NOT SHY IN THE NIGHT
WITH WILD PASSION AND LOVE
DO YOU FEEL BABY
HOW WET I AM
WITH THE TEARS THAT COME DOWN
FROM THE CLOUDS ABOVE
AMIDST THE THUNDER IN THE STORMS
THE WIND BLOWS AND WE HEAR THE LEAVES
AS WE BREATHE IN RHYTHM
UNDER THE TREES
AND ALL OF THE HOWLS
YET COULD THAT BE THE CULPEOS
IN THE DISTANCE
YOU ARE MY LOGIC
I AM YOUR WILD CARD
A SAGE
CAN YOU HANDLE ME IN LOVE AND RAGE
YOUR EYES ARE SO BLUE
DO YOU WANT ME TO DANCE WITH YOU
ONLY YOU
LIKE NOTES IN TIME
WHERE THE MUSIC DOES FADE
THE THOUGHTS OF LOVE
YOU CAN NOT HOLD ME DOWN
I WAS BORN OF EARTH AND FIRE
BUT WHEN YOU INFUSE ME
WITH DESIRE
I BECOME THE SHAPE OF YOUR WATER
OH PLUTO AND MARS
WITH THE SCORPION
FATE WILL LURE YOU TO ME
IF THIS IS MEANT TO BE
IN TIME
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you By Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
If You Forget Me By Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
RJ KNIGHT 