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.
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