Under Swell of Passion

The clock ticks to pacify

Hungry hearts of longing

And as the rolling under swell of passion

Turns heads to thinking 'love'

Romantic imperfections run amok

Amorous birds of prey fly high

Ruling the skies thunderous with pain

Searching the colonies of like minded

But muses scatter flippantly

Boundless through forests dense

The head can never rule the heart

Yet the heart can so swiftly rule the head

Thunder rolls...fever pitches...the wind blows

Relaying messages of pending satisfaction

But alas! The lark and the Dove cannot be found

The wet dew and dripping trees of his imagination

Are shrivelled to menacing

Isolation is bearing down on him

With jealousy and fear of loss...

And the clock ticks louder

As he gives way to ruthless abandon...

Frozen in time he wakes from his sleep

Enlightened...

Reviews

[wordman]

ahh two souls searching in the night looking for solace
the heart always rules fate is wonderful love is blind

[Coyote Poetry]

"The head can never rule the heart
Yet the heart can so swiftly rule the head
Thunder rolls...fever pitches...the wind blows
Relaying messages of pending satisfaction
But alas! The lark and the Dove cannot be found"
I like the complete poem. Above lines are my favorite. Amazing visions create by your words. Always a pleasure to fall into your thoughts. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry my friend.
Coyote