I saw something beautiful and unique this morning
As I strolled along my way to work
On the ground before me lay leaves…
Fallen from the trees above…lying helpless and lifeless
Drying and dying…some long dead being blown about in the wind
Others crumbling…a mere shell of their former self
Yet this was not the thing that caught my eye
On the ground…in the pavement
Lay leaves…not leaves rather the remains of leaves…
Cement trace fossils…
Marks of leaves long ago etched into the drying cement
Leaves that had once fallen many suns ago
Their presence emtombed within the grey man-made earth
A rather simple thing one ponders…Oh…
And ask me sometime…I shall take you there to see it….
A leaf so precious…yet so fragile…
Engraved for all time..for all to remember…for all to see…
Becoming immortalised in stone…
Beauty remaining always…
Seeing that somehow inspired me…made me ponder on things more profound
Like life…like love…like peace…like joy…
Love eternal…timeless…
Transcending all around
The desire of men to have love has always existed
To taste love the first time
And to continually drink of its nectar
Totally satisfied…completely full
Ever breathing an air of sweetness…
E’er delighting in the presence of love at its best…
I knew love before…a companion and dear friend of old
I have felt her swaying presence oft times before
Now she seems like a distant cousin at a family tea party
Known yet unknown…lurking in the shadows
Among familiar faces in hope to seem familiar
Yet still strangely peculiar
In the darkness he senses the light from afar off…
All around is cold, empty…void of things fondly remembered
He see the light and stumbles toward it
The closer he gets the more he feels the warmth
A growing sense of longing stirs deeply within
He yearns for it as he remembers the manner
In which passion once flowed freely
Coursing through his veins…
Love emnating from the very beads of perspiration
That he casually wipes off his brow
One longs to feel the fire burn again…
Yet the ash still settles from the last fire
That raged madly out of control
Its scorching heat still felt upon his heart
The hairs of his head still singed
The smell of slightly charred flesh still floods his nostrils
Yet one still remembers the beautiful warmth
Still longs for these things…however…
Ever more cautious…more concerned not to let the Fates
Deal him the same hand as before
To not have but touched love and simply
Fallen away from its light
Fallen into a dark abyss
Absent of love’s charisma
Not wanting to become empty within
Or hide behind a mask…Love no longer a thing understood
Only a mere word uttered in response or reply
One does hope however to have the romantic dream one day fulfilled
The apparent illusion to many truly being overtaken by the reality
Until then…one searches…cautiously treads…
Looks….hopes…waits…
So it goes…so it begins…

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