Therapist Eyes (New Poem)

Therapist Eyes (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

gentle words

spoken powerfully

in the therapist's eyes

no one is lost

forsaken not

surprised yes

the roads

of discovery

healing journeys

have a chance to begin

Now

look at the light

down the new roads

ends with smiles

in the faces

of hopeful change

and darknesses'

demise

the whisperer (new poem)

the whisperer

by tim kavi

to the seashore

waves crashing the beach

warm sunbeams

birds sound overhead

in a shell

held up to an ear

eager and expectant

smiling nature

a path of delight

to the expanse of galaxies

near and distant

warm or cold

a tide of human exploration

there is only the silence

of space

sought for hope

gathered in an embrace

I heard a whisperer.

My Country (New Poem)

"My Country"

by Tim Kavi

This is the moment

of appreciation and reflection

some have died for us to be here

and some lived in a new land

it is what we longed for

striven in the new mindfulness

melting pot

of You and I

communities different

longing to be knit together

a union of composites

sometimes opposing entropy

in a universe of love 

brotherhood and sisterhood

in a cradle of democracy

cosmic and free

where only unfettered

wings and spirits

light the night.

stolen kiss

Stolen Kiss 

by Tim Kavi

rust breaks through and corrupts

the shining luster of lives lived

there are always the moments

lived in memories of sunlight

through the windows

the power of thieves

breaking in, alarms shrieking

but then a gentle recognition

a kind smile, of love's remembrance

new love's certain bounty

that first stolen kiss

When Mars Fell Asleep (New Poem)

When Mars Fell Asleep

by Tim Kavi

boys want to play army in fields

lined with mines

they walk among their friends' blood

ghosts in the shadows

at your lap o Goddess, sleeping

lies the gods of war

the weapons of war lie at their feet

abandoned as once you were

love has won out in the future of bliss

where shadows walk openly in the sun

and gardens are again planted

in romantic passions of youth revisited

even to the very old

the streets are cleaned of spoils

reminders of the follies of gain

while warlike tribes and leaders think

that nothing lasts of temperate mold

what is without entropy; only the power of love

love has vanquished the dark night of souls

but Mars is only sleeping

may he wake up and find you again and again

your love is everlasting and patient

cities are in your fold

but the bombed out ruins need to be rebuilt

into new shining squares

and the weapons turned into ploughshares

must be cleaned while children

are allowed to be children again.

Mars and Venus by Botticelli

For the hope of peace and knowledge of a sure love,
some might see a vague reference to the influence of Lucretius here--TK