if I had known

if I had known, wandering,
         wondering how to surrender to your grace
my wayward heart
         braving the icy tempest of doubt
would chase that scintilla of magic
         I’d ask you to dance, igniting my timid feet
resonating with the multitude of
         our lively footsteps echoing in the hall
ways where I would recite your love poems…
         now, with still dancing feet, I take my leave,
while morning wakens, pure white light
         catching the springtime promise of love
is engraved with hope, your name,
         my sweetheart, the words I call out
when loneliness grapples the cold doubts
         during the dark hours before
your graceful silhouette calms
         my angst, then I would smile, basking in
my ardor, and finally I would engulf you in
         the high tides of happiness
the warm rosy embrace of surrender
         your willing prisoner of love


if I had known
[2009.1.3…a]
A Cleave Poem
Written for the "Invalid Item"  Contest

Author's Note:
There are three poems in the Cleave Poem. As written above, and extracting the even and odd lines, obtaining the following poems.


a)
if I had known, wandering,
my wayward heart
would chase that scintilla of magic
resonating with the multitude of
ways where I would recite your love poems…
while morning wakens, pure white light
is engraved with hope, your name,
when loneliness grapples the cold doubts
your graceful silhouette calms
my ardor, and finally I would engulf you in
the warm rosy embrace of surrender

b)
wondering how to surrender to your grace
braving the icy tempest of doubt
I’d ask you to dance, igniting my timid feet
our lively footsteps echoing in the hall
now, with still dancing feet, I take my leave,
catching the springtime promise of love
my sweetheart, the words I call out
during the dark hours before
my angst, then I would smile, basking in
the high tides of happiness
your willing prisoner of love