Human jealousy,
The petty parts
Of our dysfunctional
Egotism,
Such is the grandeur
And Universality
Of their Composition,
For more than all else
With purest Love,
They touch,
And conquer the profundity
Of our hearts,
Making, both human and divine
This glorious transition,
Into loving Poetry and Art.
Can SatisfyA lonely heart,For of loveThere may be too little,Or none at all,But there never will beEnough.
Poems too are but a dream,That you can’t refrain.Poems, dreams and lifeless themes,Where are we to turn?If life is but a cloudy dreamWhere, our candle, Burn?
Like the Day, I will now mourn,All the stars, We cannot see,Yes, you were my star delight,The full life of weary sight,Yes you were a Sky, an Ocean,That gave birth to all emotion!Far apart and now without you,The dark waters flow and frown,Telling me that life without you,Will now be my bitter crown…
It’s the kind of emotion,That makes you feel, never by yourself.
The longitude of Love’sSweet heart,The kiss that touchedThe eager lips,Who’d want in lifeMuch more than this.
Called Fantasy,That consoles,That makes you free,And there is Love in poetry,A warm breeze of Fraternity,That embraces your Soul,And keeps you company.
