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…
Category: Love
Rising slowly as a new dawn on a distant horizon
As a splendid phoenix out of the ashes reborn
As the cool spring air wafts gently through the dark leaves after a rain shower
So he regains new life…new energy…reclaims new passion
To the former things he must no longer cling
No longer remain ensnared by the wiles of past love
Forward he must strive…onward he must go…
If he wants to live again…to breathe again…
Without love, we mortals merely exist
But it is with love, that we truly live life…
Like the very air that rushes though my lungs
Or the searing hot blood coarsing through my veins
So does vital love flow through my heart
One can never comprehend love’s hidden sibling…hurt
For to embrace one is to embrace the other unknowingly even at times
Yet to experience the bliss of true love is worth it all
No…he whose heart has been spurned by the one he cherished
Must not give up on love’s calling…not surrender to the desire
To abandon love for trifle pleasures
But he should be heartened to pursue love greater
Not forgetting all that he has lost…
He rather clearly sees all that he has to gain in at all…
It spurs him onward…forward…
Trudging new paths out in the name of love
Love such a beautifully ironic thing at times
Love she is like life…The twain go hand in hand
Time has mended what nights of broken tears could not so easily
I hear her calling my name
Love she beckons me…telling me love is for those who choose to pursue her
Not for weak of heart or fools with no courage
I am strong…
The heart that beats within me beats out this message to me
I hear it as it resonates in my chest
Love…
Life…
Live…
Love…
In the quiet dark I sit silently
Thinking about much and saying little…
Looking around and wondering what I look like
Roused only by the constant rhythmic pounding
Of a sad lonely heartbeat echoing in the deep abyss
That now exists within the confines of my soul…
Whispers scream so quietly that they deafen my ear
Shattering the solitude of the chaotic tranquility
Absence of love makes my heart grow colder…
Not wanting love’s flame to die
Efforts are made valiantly to keep it alight
Yet the glow of the fading embers cast protruding and lonely
Shadows on everything laying motionless in the dark…
Spinning around, trying to catch a glimpse of myself
Trying to maintain balance while helplessly slipping away
As though falling down the steep slope of sadness I am
Clutching at the stems of passing lilies…hoping they somehow
Are able to slow me down…to stop me from falling…
A heart once fed by Love’s utopian nectar
Quickly dies and fades to nothingness as soon as
The sustaining element…love…is taken away…
As happens to my heart each passing minute
That it is forced to exist without your love…
Alas! What a tragedy!
To see a once mighty love fall from its esteemed majestic pedestal
To places lower than Hades itself…
How tragic a fate that I wish upon no man, upon no relationship
How tragic a fate that has however befallen me
How ironic a fate that I am the bearer of such a misfortune
My heart ponders on the possibility that somehow
Once again, with the passing of more time, that
It will once again beat with not just one heartbeat
But two beats living in one heart
Beating out a simple harmony of sweet love…
Tears slowly…quietly…stream down my face
Escape my eyes, pour out from within
The flicker of hope within me begins to fade
I feel each drop falling as it falls to the ground
With a resounding thud on the earthen floor
Making some sort of ancient forlorn ceremonial melody it seems
Music that only my heart hears and understands…
As each drop leaves my eyes, so too does the remaining essence of our love
No longer compelled to stay since love no longer resides within…
E’er before now visions of future love and future life
Traversed through my mind constantly
Hoping, praying, planning, waiting, longing
For the reality to overtake the dream
My love was all that I had inside…
That love was all that was taken away from me…
Denied am I the privilege of being in love
Or being the one who is to be loved by someone…
Or to be loved by the one whom I love forever…
Love, she is a beautiful thing
A mystery unto herself…we mere mortals spend
Our lives trying to but understand her
To somehow fathom her simple yet profound ways…
With open eyes I now see that Love is really Him…not her…
He is Love…perhaps he has been jealous…seeking me out…
Calling me…longing for my attention…
When He is loved, then I will be loved…
Then she will perhaps be allowed by Him to once again love me…
I need you Father…to be my strength now…
An empty shell yet I pretend mostly to those around to be normal
While beneath the pretense, pain and suffering lingers
Heart scarred with the searing heat of unrequited love…of lost love…
Love…He is constant…He is strong…He never gives up…
I can love Him always and He will always love me…
