Forgetting love tries our patience, pretending love did not find us decays our hope.
Hesitating to light the match we hold, will condemn us to an eternal winter.
The fuel that lights us up can also devour us.
Our imagination feeds our grove, what we see and what we choose to see are often unalike.
Beware, how we play. Trying to get away, so we can hit the ground entangled, with the beating of our hearts being the only sound.
Will, we ever be ready for a love like ours? Will, time be kind or a monster? Will, we say goodbye to yearning? Will, the fire within fade away into smoke?
The saddest thoughts are that we were in love and yet not. We touched, yet never held. Craved yet never savored. Spoke, but never said what our eyes roared.
Questioning why not.
To those who cannot love us, peace be with you, may you always have harmony.
Love can hurt only like this. When they don’t feel the same.
Except that something will be missing for eternity.
Shipwrecked
What secret knowledge hides behind our masks? Our awareness of others’ true feelings can be lost on us.
A lightning bolt of love can strike two hearts at once. When it only strikes one, love then exists in a single sweetness.
Our thoughts remain silent as another dawn rises. Our desires are silenced one by one.
We rage against the world only to lose ourselves for the love of another.
Because of love,
will “I”,
will ” You”
become to Be?
I gaze upon you seeing a heart much purer than mine. I ask for so much more than chance offers me.
We cling to desire like a lighthouse
only to be wrecked by our blindness.
We draw the curtains of desire to let peace reign, but at what cost?
If we are not to be, is it like not being? Am I, because you are?
You light my way with flashes of lightning in your being.
You emerge as moonlight in the midnight hour.
With your will and my will, will we come to be?
A relentless pounding in my sea of thought. Shipwrecked amongst the rocks of desire until early morning.
Our war within rages against all odds, and yet we hide our wings and never take flight.
Dead flowers engulf my heart as though I was lost to the horizon.
Your spell blazes with the fury of possibilities, turbulent at its core, yet joyful in a shameless joy.
