The Rebel in Revel

As the days go on,
Patience peels from my soul,
Like skin from my heels after a summer of slumbering wilderness.
Bewildered, I desire with such fire
To caress the line of time,
Nonetheless, you remind me to
slow . . .
down . . .
Can I trust the process?
Please help me to relinquish the ravishing look in your eye,
As I try to no longer turn to my longings,
Belonging so deeply ancient within the sky of our past together.
Its a test, all the rest does not matter.
The tears of our fears gently patter on the cold stone of reality�"
We do not own each other.
Our scars create fallen stars, harnessing twilight in our hands,
We sculpt the clay of seemingly insignificant choices gone astray.
Resist.
This, I pray, will not be our downfall,
But rather the alter call of our passions,
Set on the sacred shroud, proud to wait on fate.
In my haste, I wanted a taste all too soon,
But the flavor I cannot savor,
My punishment is astonishment at how selfish I am,
My sentence, not being able to love you.
So let's breathe deep,
Our love will keep, even in defeat,
For our triumph is patient.
I want to rush into your being,
Not seeing anything but the blur of what it is that stirs me so intently.
Forgive me.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

This piece speaks much to the concept of Patience Verses Conscious Thought. Or Heart Verses Logic. What I see as the overall meaning in these words is, to let time take it's course and keep faith that the end will bring solid footing and the connection between two people, that is the ultimate dream or want.
These words allude to moving to fast towards the goal and stumbling, a stumbling that creates a whip lash of pain, not truly wanted, but seen as necessary to learn how to be patient.

Deep and Reflective Ink
Wolfie

[dan zayas]

yes you can trust the process...'we do not own each other' very direct and speaks volumes. seems as though it's a passionate cry of the tourist.

[dieuxsansculte]

I think what I like most about your poetry is the internal rhyming. It doesn't always work (though mostly it does), but it always gives a distinct feeling to what you write. This one's no different.

"So let's breathe deep,
Our love will keep, even in defeat,
For our triumph is patient."

These lines in particular are an example of what I mean. Even aside from the content, which is itself brilliant, this is very lyrical, almost musical when one listens closely to the sound of it. For me that is a very large component of what attracts me to any given piece of poetry.

Nice work.