I wrote this poem in 1984, 16 years old. It contrasts the heat of desire and passion with the coldness of denial. The philandering lover will ultimately return – the lost soul will find its true home. Karma will triumph
To The Philandering Lover
Freedom
Freedom describes the disillusionment that follows when one wakes up to the harshness of reality – the beloved is not the person one fell in love with. Compare this poem to Death of a Girl (also from 1984), with its
The Flame
I wrote this poem in 1985, 17 years old. It compares the soul to a flame. Just as a flame needs darkness to shine brightly, so is the soul transformed by love, desire, passion and pain. Read also Contemplation (1984),