~ Ardens Amor, - Potestatem Ventum FortisA Poem by~ Like dust in the wind...~ Ardens Amor, -
Potestatem Ventum Fortis
In the roads
where I lost you, I found you back in the writing of the stars If I missed you,
the music flowed through the ether, And with true
color I could relive our realm… Your presence
was always slightly more than anyone could ever afford The problems
were gone as gold for the sun to shine, And you were the
days with no days but deeper nights. Like time, was
not to grow, but standing still all divine. The strength of
the northern atmosphere so far, but the same routing Seas are small
but insignificant waters, as love is lightly universal Wondering
thoughts so powerful words found in disclosure The mills by the
Dutch landscape, blowing in the round, If I ever get
closer to you again, please do keep sending me the wings Or some
windmills to blow me in dusty ways to the other side of the world Like the cryptic
logical thinking had lost by the heart of simplicity And the wind
just was more powerful, than any rational thought… There is nothing
more beautiful than the force of desire, in the deepest illusion From here and
now, nothing is as keen as everyone infatuated with it to live Just let me be
in former times, as I go away from here, with my beloved In landscapes
painted by Monet, and a harmony of perfection Where this world
only by morals and meaninglessness shall be left behind… And no grace
shall turn, as all is dead and transience within the core of ruining They can melt
together in tides of peace, of purity and culture, Where nothing is
too commercial, nor too expensive, just honest and upfront And yet the love
was something special, where poetry was written, and appreciated, The wavy hair,
clothing and thoughts that were not clichéd but profound. Where they could
see themselves proper to be, and not walked behind the fashion… And values were
richer than the gold we handled in Amsterdam, And were salt,
pepper, and spices, were gold for food. If I close my
eyes, I imagine myself back in a time machine Where he and I
together by the windmills will be found Pushing and
flowing, like sailors in a storm, and waves to drown, But the inner
strength will not sink, but overcome the highest trouble Like strength in
a mother with a new born child, Or the freedom
of being is not left behind, within the journey If the sun and
moons, reflection are no time but just real love...
© 2013Author's Note
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Added on May 3, 2012Last Updated on March 6, 2013 Tags: E.L. Windmiles, Moulins, Me, You, Us.... Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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