And though,
She knows
That Love is blind.
For Love,
Can be a blinding Light.
But to the Chosen Few,
Is Wisdom -
In knowing
Love.
For Love,
Is an Hourglass Of Years
A Building of Moments,
In the Clock Tower of Time.
Like a Timeless,
Even flame,
In the Arms of a Gentle Wind -
Unwavering,
In their embrace.
They dance;
A Passion
That burns,
Into
One.
Like a Beacon,
In her darkest dream
And in the darkness of her thoughts,
She finds meaning.
Yonder stars and glimmer of Moon;
Through the speckled inky black,
Behind the veil,
Of her eyes,
To the depths
Of her heart,
Unfurled.
In Bloom -
Unbounded,
by Death.
We should embrace the passing, the passer byes and the passengers on this journey called life and death. We should cope and hope...An excellent poem...:).......................
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
Thank you for your wise words Sami. I shall remember that.
even when those we love pass, we still feel them in the gentle, timeless breeze.
j.
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
where their presence lingers, in the memories we keep. till we meet with them again.
Thank .. read morewhere their presence lingers, in the memories we keep. till we meet with them again.
Thank you for your lovely words.
I love this...
"But to the chosen few,
Is Wisdom-
In knowing love."
This speaks to me, and I feel that I am one of the chosen few fortunate enough to find wisdom in my love.
Everything about this- great.
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate it. Knowing love is wisdom .
For some, d.. read moreThank you for your kind words. I appreciate it. Knowing love is wisdom .
For some, don't know what they have until it's gone.
A broken promise.
I took a long drive to lose myself
I found myself.
And got lost anyway.
I'm not where I'm supposed to be,
but the road is long,
My gas is on
Empty.
And so I walk,.. more..