You occupy
The estuary of my soul,
Where all love does flow,
For what else could I do?
But to love you and only you,
Love that is forever due,
From which I regain life,
Just by loving you.
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Discover Life’s own sap,The Wisdom Trees’ potential,Indeed we want too much,As Sherlock Holmes might say to Dr. Watson,‘Not elemental, my dear Watson, not at all elemental.’
I have wandered,
Without hope, without you,And the bitter thornsOf the road are within me,Painfully present,One does not forget Love,One cannot forget Love,It’s ever present,Even if it’s shadow,Has been cast temporarily,Upon the waters of oblivion,Placed deeply into the subconscious,The feeling remains alive and the same,Love, is not only remembering a name.
Very little moves,
Except spontaneous creation,When free of human,Manipulation..Certain Poems,Have it!And when one falls upon One,There is a strangeAnd wonderful flutterOf the Heart,That can make you flyTo regions,Of unimaginable, transparencyThat can only be feltThru LoveParticipating in a dynastyOf intangible and thrillingSensations from aboveSo hard to even describe,The apotheosis,The divine statusOf feeling the immensityOf the Sea,For the first time,Thru…
The right to write
The deepest feeling, yetIt’s like a rose,Petals unfold,The morning gold,The love, you’llNot forget.
Because it is,
A chance to screen,Against what is injustice,And view Life’s scheme,With hope, esteem,And always fight for Justice.
Nothing lasts under the Sun.
Will be no more, one day,Everything is transitoryNot even Love can save the dayNot even Love can save,Anyone or anything,From going, Forever, away.