Of love that never,
Comes
Of trembling leaves
And mortal fears
Where even Time
Succumbs.
We can’t control
Even our dreams
As much as we would
Like,
Or even know
And comprehend
The message said,
That night,
When all was dark
And all light fled,
For love had really
Died,
Except in dreams
Would Love
Come back to Life,
But what was real
Is what you felt
When in your dreams,
You cried,
Those stolen dreams
That well it seems
Were never yours
To keep,
In Life’s long
Loveless, flight.
Ignorant Sphinx?Dr.Jekyll, Mr. Hyde or both?The Great Paradox,Are we really human?Thru the years,Little gained, a lot lost.
For the World,No one consoles,Not even songOf lonely bird,Sustains me, holds me,So absurdIn this Inferno,Called ‘our’ world.
There are some that mark you so,That forever with you go,Like a friend or like a lover,Just enamored with each other.
It’s only the Eyes,That can express.The fullness, the totality,The inexpressibility,Of what true Love can really be,No words, just looks communicate,The warm embrace, the tenderness,The feelings no words can express,The eyes translate into caress.
Oreos and cream,So what?I like to writeOn petals tooAnd if you couldWhy shouldn’t you?I like to thinkThat All are good,And just a littleMisunderstood,I love to think,That Love exists,Never behindSomeone’s closed fist,I like to dreamOf you and me,Though that has beenMy unaccomplished,Symphony.
To calm, perhapsOur innate fright,To sooth, perhapsThe lonelinessThat all may haveIn life’s distress,To face, perhapsThe silent nightKnowing that thingsAre quite not rightWe writeTo bring about exchangeA better World,With cores of light,With higher thoughtsAnd better sightPromises heard,Love’s sweet delight,To give great part of oneAnd then,Ready to start,To write again.
