Memory of Love's Perfection

My silken lips part in memory of perfection that I have seen
On nights when silence casts fire into my heart
This is when passion within a fading torch  
Burns bright as I set it free
To roam in spaces so very different
Than I remember

There lifted up from all I do, while I am looking back in time
Is everything I put in the shadows close behind
And I can hear the perfection shared
Softly beckoning to my soul like no other
From within the ages of a love
Once at rest

My lips once sung of everything we were, yes, they told all
Of the nights I sought out your warmth in silence
When we were like trees that swayed
In winds that did not love our lack of weakness
Or how we refused to admit
We were mortals

A fading torch I think not, the world was merely changing
The reflection of our passion still remained
My silken lips now part in memory of love’s perfection
As I see our hearts turn inward
To roam in spaces so very different
And yet the same

Reviews

[Abdul Aziz]

Typical Neva, this poem! A touch of magic, a dash of longing and the use of exactly the right word at the right time. I see your love of refrains shine through in this, as you tweak them to mean different things in different lines. Beautiful poetry, once again.

[unknown]

Breathtaking and beautiful :-)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That last verse really sums up this bittersweet poem... some love's are not meant to last forever but the memories will last a lifetime and be a part of who we are... so will the person that we shared it with.

[Sukriti Suki]

This is my favorite piece of your's. Lips parting in memory of love's perfection! Fantastic!

[Theresa C Newbill]

Breathtakingly honest, and beautiful!

[Jibey]

I am glad to come back to your writing and find this lyrical piece, with is gentle but deep emotions flowing through the images of love's fulfilment and love's lasting fragrance...

[Tasha]

WOW, I absolutely adored this!! Outstanding job as always. :)

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Memories painted with loving words.

[guiltyascharged]

Oh, nice. I love it!

[FJ Davis]

I must confess that my experiences with love were not nearly so glorious. Best I got was that, for a very short time, life didn't suck so much.
Princess Neva operates in other realms--and while I can't follow her, I am grateful for these periodic accounts of her travels. Neva's "silken lips" speak of gorgeous, epic ventures into love's profound dimensions; places few of us can, at this time, enter.
Have fun, dear--and be sure to write, often.

[Letemdangle]

I'm sure this means something different to different people, but to me it reminds me of a maturing love, one that locks into the future. After you spend so much time, emotion and energy towards one person, you now look inwards toward yourself and yet remain connected. This may be the last step towards a lifetime together.