Tortures, not bought
Some, nightmares,
Are self-imposed.
We are but, Explorers
Hoping to one day
Discover
The meaning of things
We don’t know
Today,
Fighting our way
Thru Time,
Mundane dangers,
Fractured dreams.
Not knowing really
Where to go,
Whose hand to seek
To hold
Where to get help
Not to fall,
Thought, thoughts, thought
That we must explore
In order to exist,
In order to fulfill
Life’s mysterious call.
In the shadows,It bites lifeExplores strifeSpeaks of LoveAs none beforeEver couldOr ever will!How not to love herAs she should be lovedVenerated, understood,And erect for herA temple of beautyWhere poets could worshipHer fraternal feelings,That go, way into the flowOf eternity’s spiritual glow.
Were your handsIntertwined, likeFlowering vines,With mineAnd your loving look,That made me feelAs if,The whole world,Would,Forever shineAs mine.
I loved you then,I can again,So Heaven’s not too far.Come back to me,And Roses will re-bloom,And you and I,Will satisfy,Love’s deep, Eternal tune.
The essence of true feeling,Is PoetryPerfume to the senses, ecstasy,Is Poetry,Love, you and me,Is also Poetry.
And Feelings, that are out of sight,Have a certain way of becoming aggressive,A certain way of becoming, oppressive,When you are alone, up tight,Lonely, in the loveless night,And Black Butterflies enter your soul,Silently, causing such Fright!Fluttering alone, flying only, by night….
Even though we’re now apart,This love is still sublime.Think of me in loving terms,The way I think of you,And maybe someday, not too far,This love can still come true.
