2010-11-17T12:06:00.000Z

I live in the magical land of Ireland, a land steeped in history and emotion. I have sat on stones where bards and druids once sat, contemplated my existence as they once did and written poems as they did then. I am at peace in my surroundings.

The poems contained in the book "Oasis of Love" were composed during a period of intense inspiration which I consider to be divinely inspired. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Peace and blessings to all who enter.

An inspirational collection of 58 poems for the beloved by Eric Rhodes,entitled "Oasis of Love" is reminiscent of the medieval sufi poetry of Rumi, Omar Khayyam and the mystical writings of St. John of the Cross and Hildegard von Bingen; and yet it is modern in its grasp of the interaction between man's ego and his divine will.
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Teardrops

Place my sandals
at the threshold,
I won't be needing
them anymore.
Powerless against
the waves of love
convulsing my body,
I pour into you
like wine from the neck
of a bottle.
Discarding the container
which held me prisoner
I drop it to the floor,
amused, as it shatters
into fine sand.
The salted teardrops
of my ecstasy ripple
the ocean of love,
gently lapping the shore
of every land.

- Eric Rhodes 2009

I Breathe

I breathe,
just to feel
your scent roll
over my tongue,
like a wave curling
into the beach.
Lost
in the moment,
my mouth tingles
with your electric moisture,
which lingers
in the air
after the thunderstorm.
Exhaling,
my mind is still,
blissfully aware
as I hold you
against my lips.
I cannot get enough
of you, my sweetness,
so I breathe.

- Eric Rhodes 2008

A Glimpse

I have long heard
poems recited
and songs sung,
of your veiled beauty,
my beloved.
Lingering
in the fragrant garden
just beyond the walls,
your music calls me
like smoke to the evening sky.
No longer could I take
your enticing vision
and have scaled your walls,
bled amongst the thorns,
just to smell the roses
blooming within.
Oh glorious lover,
you have slain me
with but a glimpse
of the shadow
from your eyes,
smoldering
beneath your veil.

- Eric Rhodes 2008

Blanket of Faith

I long for your touch,
soft like the wind
against my brow.
You are not
within sight,
yet I feel you
engulfing me
as the light
surrounds
my being.
Oh, my love,
in my heart
time no longer exists
as I languish
in your garden
watching the
morning mist
rise from your
still waters.
My ears can only
hear your voice
carried on the breeze,
yet when I turn
you are not there.
I know you will arrive,
like the full moon
with your
majestic procession.
So in this dream
like state
I wait,
cocooned in a blanket
of faith.

- Eric Rhodes 2008

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