The Apple (II)

Winter impending, surrounds the empty branches.

The mind leaves, thoughts like leaves in gusting breath.

Emotion is exposed, as each structure advances;

Barren trunk, as a solitary petal tumbles toward death.

The only firm ground found, for relief,

Is: the failing foundation – of belief.

With fading sight, the jet overtakes all;

Dreaming, for her light – the eyes blindly call.

In that impenetrable darkness, I am taken by the hand,

And am effortlessly led by each loving command.

Her shine is resplendent, an ever-illuminating guide;

On the temporary, temporal, journey through the divide.

Next to her, I am left to wonder if: I am still alive?

When back in the wood where we first met, we arrive.

Under Oak and Mistletoe, near the sparkling stream, we recline;

Poetic infertility and poesy`s poisons are cured in her shrine.

On my chest, she is secure in my bold grasp;

Our hands interlocked, our fingers – the clasp.

The last time we were together, rash youth filled our faces;

The past however, for now, maturity and wisdom replaces.

Watching the moon slowly rise, all is suspended and taciturn.

I observe how she has changed. The physical differences I attempt to define;

As we lay captivated by each other, locked in our embrace and affection.

Her hair and eyes are, now, many hues of brunette and auburn.

“But, to describe such beauty is beyond my ability…” my thoughts opine;

“…What time believes it changes, has only added to her flawless perfection”.

She places her hand upon my cheek,

Softly caresses, and begins to speak:

“Time – it is the brook, in the background.

Listen to the earthen bed below, as it tickles

The stream; and the joyful water, as it trickles.

Focus on the music, the liquid bubbling, the instruments and laughter.

Ever-flowing joyous tones – hear? They`re here! Ever-going – gone soon after.

Only in memories, do the melodies have sound”.

“Well then, I want you to know, I lov…” I attempt to confess;

She stops me short, with lips of unimaginable sweetness.

I stare at her ensnared, utterly, and hopelessly lost in the radiance of her glow.

Realizing, it is true that: the depths of her mind and soul, I may never know;

But for now, no more is needed than growth, love, nature, and time`s fatal flow.

Deeper I`ll dive, delve further into her sea, wishing and hoping she`ll reward me

With the incalculable treasure, the love of her heart – this gift, represents eternity

(Besides, I would rather suffocate with her, than live without her personality).

Sitting there, our contemplations are pleasant, our countenances are silent.

Each second our intense ardor grows; investments are doubled by words not spent.

This connection is amplified like the waves from an echoing lyre;

The bond elevates beyond space and time, towards eternity and higher.

The fancy and folly, for which these mortal desires used to have such longing

Are all futile; here with her all hopes and dreams have a sense of belonging.  

I know, I know, I am no more than a star in the universe`s infinite skies –

Gravitating and revolving around her – my soul is consumed by her eyes.

Her gentle glance is the only time which I ever be in (or see) paradise;

A look from her celestial vision, and how can earth ever again suffice?

With no more than her kiss, my every need she will have nourished.

Our lips meet, existence ceases, then they part; and life is replenished.

Eternal love to and from my Goddess, she is my Moirai.

My muse beyond comparison and comprehension; her love it fills my veins.

My eyes open. Briefly, the vision is the color of Phi;

And I notice Sothis sits, her loving flames brightening the once-dim frames.

Composed By: A.D.