Love- A Poem.

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The night- the sky a fragrant essence pouring into the echoed mirrors

of the ocean- lost in self realization and bringing more of ourselves

into creation. I am bound and unbound by Love, the mother- the father

to all my longing, the depth of a thousand blanketed

daydreams(fearless and content unto themselves), the window to a

greater muse of tomorrows vast sky! Love be my shepherd and my

religious march into the slaughter. That slaughter that spilled sour

blood of my restless and wandering self onto the alter of my

inexhaustible foundation- whose very nature is in itself Love. And in

that wild death I found rest on that alter, just as a seafarer finds

his dream of new journeys on the warm embrace of the shore.

 

I bring forth with my canvas and airbrush a symphony of synesthesias –

yet I cannot close my hand around your brush and still be well with my

art, for yours is a brush winged and I cannot direct your course

across the cloudy canvas. Your impervious expressions, your nightly

glide of ecstasy, oh Love- do I serve you any justified undertone or

metaphor? As if the lips of my heart were the stitched arms of a

bridge that have yet to unite the polar winds of word and eternity,

mind and the unconceivable shadow of infinity, you gaze reflections in

the infinite horizon that is castled before me. In that airy throne I

am seated in my longing alone, for it holds true in my being that when

the greater words are found- they are instantly bound to be the lesser

light to a greater mystery.

 

The winds of your bewildering, the tides of your sorrow, the tsunami

village of your joy - are all metaphoric in the deepening and always

but a warning of the greater storm to come. You guide arrows through

human hearts and though they may stand wingspan apart- they are fused

breathless like divine winds clashing and pushing one celestial gust

across the face of some lone hearted Angel, that he might know the

essence of those who are gestating the greater eternities- human

beings building emotion-structures like a reverie pronounced in the

ethers.

 

Oh Love, you carry our passions into the light of a supernova sunrise.

You who possess entirely, devouring every moment into the belly of

your steadfast evermore, marching intestinal figure eight and giving

no lean to lead way, nor do you pause and give romance a chance at

sleep- for the lovers heart remains awe inspired even in idle

midnight. When the sharpness of your light cuts his eyes he does not

withhold his tears that his sight remain a riverbed malnourished and

made dull by the simple rays of the sun that is joy, Yea he brings

forth his sorrow as though it were the falling rain coming to kiss

life into the sands of his thirsty soul.

 

When I visit the sheets that come again to cover my deeply seated

whispers you pull the covers from my face and expose my mutual

attraction. You tear my skin from my flesh to reveal my inner

workings, making no mercy of the agony that is my nude body. Making me

to feel the terrifying caress of your touch, your fearless hands probe

the hidden gardens of my soul and leave nothing to hide in a shadowy

numb. You sacrifice reason in the name of your own demand- for you are

an adequate reason unto yourself and will have no pronounced passions

come and flaw the mouths of your followers. For that which is wielded

by the tongue of reason is bound unto the word and the word is bound

unto reason itself- and all that is reason alone stands frozen in an

absence of rhythm. Yea, what can reason be unto you other than that

futile attempt to pronounce in voice the sound of your greater reason-

compassion.

 

-Harkirat Singh.