The Magic of Love
His voice, evoked a montage
from times and scenes long gone.
Centuries rolled out before her,
feelings erupted from her bowel.
The present moment, lost in collage
streaming plethora of images,
swept her into waves and rhythm
of unspoken.
His voice, evoked a montage
from times and scenes long gone.
Centuries rolled out before her,
feelings erupted from her bowel.
The present moment, lost in collage
streaming plethora of images,
swept her into waves and rhythm
of unspoken.
A silent secret kept,
so as not to ‘pear insane
upon the stage of present time.
How does one act when
deep volcanoes churn?
How does one put on a role
or play a part in turn?
What magic happens here
evokes tremendous fear.
Then, and when, we meet
for moments far too brief.
As rafts upon the ocean
that bump and pitch and rift.
We savor moments, minutes
in encapsulated bliss.
To long again in ravenous thirst
for the nectar of souls’ kiss.
And, in all her loves
she sees his face:
In all the wonders, his embrace
In all the laughter, he is there
In all the sorrow and despair.
Yet truth be that he is not here
and destiny is so unclear.
How can it be that souls as one
are not together when day is done?
So, separate, would we live.
Engaged with others' lives,
sauntering, building, growing,
on life’s own stages.
The thread of memories wears thin,
soon to be washed away by tears.
What might have been,
had fear not had it’s way?
What is this world,
that does deny,
the depths of feeling and delight?
Is it a world where sorrow breeds
and shows us how to deceive
ourselves and those
whom we hold dear?
Is it meant to be so cruel?
Or, have we not heard the rule.
Now, seems that, it was a dream.
Souls afloat upon the sea,
open to the air of day,
n’er reaching depths below.
Ages pass and who can tell?
May once more the flame ignite
and waves emerge from the deep,
where timeless rivers flow
How does one put on a role
or play a part in turn?
What magic happens here
evokes tremendous fear.
Then, and when, we meet
for moments far too brief.
As rafts upon the ocean
that bump and pitch and rift.
We savor moments, minutes
in encapsulated bliss.
To long again in ravenous thirst
for the nectar of souls’ kiss.
And, in all her loves
she sees his face:
In all the wonders, his embrace
In all the laughter, he is there
In all the sorrow and despair.
Yet truth be that he is not here
and destiny is so unclear.
How can it be that souls as one
are not together when day is done?
So, separate, would we live.
Engaged with others' lives,
sauntering, building, growing,
on life’s own stages.
The thread of memories wears thin,
soon to be washed away by tears.
What might have been,
had fear not had it’s way?
What is this world,
that does deny,
the depths of feeling and delight?
Is it a world where sorrow breeds
and shows us how to deceive
ourselves and those
whom we hold dear?
Is it meant to be so cruel?
Or, have we not heard the rule.
Now, seems that, it was a dream.
Souls afloat upon the sea,
open to the air of day,
n’er reaching depths below.
Ages pass and who can tell?
May once more the flame ignite
and waves emerge from the deep,
where timeless rivers flow
