The True Lover

You walk along the road,

sun warm on your cheeks

love sparkling in your eyes,

as you know where you’re going.


From a side street that handsome one

with chocolate brown eyes

and lips made for kissing

gestures you over,

envelops you in a hug.


This is the love you’ve been waiting for!


He tells you you’re beautiful

and then every time you pass a mirror

you check to see if maybe he is right.


Together, you reminisce about the past

and make plans for the future.


As the days flee, your fingers intertwined with his,

the sun that so warmed you from within,

instead begins to shine from him.


You dance to his music now

late into the night,

your legs weak the next day,

attention scattered.


But now all you have to do is please him

and the sun shines on you again.


Occasionally, at dawn,

you remember that road you were walking before…

that sense of direction you had.


But this, this is so easy!


Until that day when his eyes stray to another—

younger, prettier, new…


In that instant, the brilliant light extinguishes—

no warmth anywhere.

You find yourself stumbling,

bump your knees on furniture,

your head reeling in confusion.


You wilt in the darkness

squirm nights in bed,

while pain contracts your heart

squeezing tears from your eyes.


Finally, you call out to the True Lover.


As a pink sun rises, you remember,

yes, you remember

the sun within, always shining.


No need to please, to check the mirror,

to dance later than is good for you.

You can be honest, say what you need.


The handsome one may stay or go.

He can still hug you,

and even tell you you’re pretty.


But now, you’re back on the road

lit with your own Radiance.



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11 Responses to “The True Lover”

  1. teddy Campbell November 2, 2017 at 7:13 am #

    Hello Dear Lesley…
    You have put into words the very experience I am having.
    Thank you for the reminder of who TRULY
    loves us.
    In His Love

  2. Niki Sebastian November 2, 2017 at 7:27 am #

    And if your handsome one stays, doesn’t go, you will feel the true delight of being a channel ☺

  3. Stephani November 2, 2017 at 9:14 am #

    Yes, I know this fantasy-this American girl dream. The exhilaration. The inevitable disillusionment. The pain. The call to go within, if you’re lucky! The unimaginable rewards! So lovingly and artfully described. Thank you.

  4. Bob Kuyper November 2, 2017 at 9:40 am #

    Lovely. Very descriptive of the seemingly easy path we walk with earthly love that always ends in at a cliff and can go no father, unless His wings pick us up and go higher.

  5. Lesley November 2, 2017 at 9:54 am #

    Thank you all for you lovely comments. I find this seduction happens with all kinds of things, the lower worlds luring us into their web, until we awaken and again find truth. Over and over again, all the way home.

  6. john chagnon November 2, 2017 at 12:18 pm #

    What to say, convey. Beautiful, Love filled, just a really nice poem that can only truly be understood by an initiate of the Teachings of the Saints.

  7. Rebecca November 2, 2017 at 1:07 pm #

    As always, brought forward with beauty and grace. Thank You.

  8. Sheila November 2, 2017 at 1:50 pm #

    “Back on the road lit with your own radiance!”
    What a jewel!

  9. Rudy November 2, 2017 at 2:46 pm #

    In the pinda, beauty is defined by the flawless, the smooth, and the silky. This is true of sunsets, of flowers, of people – the eyes always follow beauty. It’s only when the eyes see beyond the visual, ears hear within the silence and the outer senses are shed entirely that true beauty is redefined and so much more appealing than outer textures. Lovely, lovely poem, Lesley. You hit all the “soft spots,” as you come back to truth and the True Lovers — the sun within — we all have.

  10. Dominique Pitts November 2, 2017 at 9:40 pm #

    This is so beautiful and powerful. Thank you for sharing your works with us Leslie.

  11. Marian Royal November 6, 2017 at 9:18 am #

    Beautiful, Lesley. I needed this right now. Much love to you.

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