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Fruits of Love

Such a broken mind, puzzled with pieces put in place to find the image he should have beared. A tale of the ages, a curious boy, venturing to the unknown and through his journey became a man. Seeing a woman in such elegance he spoke bold, yet her allure pulled him even deeper. With courage he collected his heart and placed it before her. This woman, through times many advices, gave him some, till she wished to spend the parts she once called her own. Both these individuals, unknown to them walked through the gardens of love. How can it be so? The thoughts ran through their minds. And now we see what is born, seed planted and another tree grows. These are the fruits of love.

By the Fire

Burn me into nothingness and reshape me anew.
Lights of the past brings warmth to my soul.
Flickering sparks fueled by ember.
The calming fire rages with each breath.
Inner flame or outer star, guide my way.
Recite to me the stories of yesterday and allow me to see tomorrow.
I sit by the fire.

Eternal Promise

O lady of my heart, hear my cries.

Let not this yearning heart starve without your presence.

Keep me interwoven within your rivers.

Amidst your hills and pasture, let my weary soul find rest.

Brought by passing time and sought through voyages leading to shipwrecks.

An open sea, though the deep has helped me find solace.

Your silk and ever flowing waves brings me to shore.

Decisions made in destination of the unknown.

The light from the heavens guides my path.

You forever are the vagrant rose.

Bringing scents of senses I revel in, bathing new pleasantries in thought were forgotten.

Blissful endeavors beyond reason marvel at your mere sight and reality awakens to your beauty.

Lady of my heart, forever yours, hold me close and I shall be in eternal promise.

The Return

The gasps were echoed among the crowded space, as my presence was known. Amidst the pleasant company surrounding me, none was welcoming. To have been known and as the passing light fades revealing my identity, I am forgotten and remembered to pasts thought to have been forgiven. But is the revelation overwhelming to such a degree that the sweltering rays of my gaze, reflects and melts away the thoughts frozen in time? How is it possible for mere mortals to hold such distaste in eternal promises? Silence growing louder as my beating drum knew no sound or feeling, for heart was left in hand but dropped to shatter in pieces without a right mind.

Whispers emerged after what appeared to be a timeless voyage seeking refuge but setting sail to the storm on the horizon. Shadow cast from setting sun to glowing light, trying to peer through veils. Unbeknownst the audience, my passing was recounted as a tale but never an epic beyond fables landing passing eyes, only ears. Now the stories interwoven by my appearance, wraps in perfect unison, depicting the nature of my existence. I am no ghost.

Masquerade in celebration now halted by an unmasked man. Facades drawn to a blank, revealing the clarity of vision. Meaning is not lost but rooted with passing encounters, defining actions as nothing more. Empty words holding no fruit as space is given with each foot drifting across and so I carry on.

Beady eyes finding worth by bringing down looks. Holding themselves in high esteem while imperfections ring out and deafens the building of words piling up the monumental moment, bestowed by my arrival. My return apparent and yet never embraced or foreseen, though quick action is given by none at all. Find me leave the quarrels of minds and feelings to depart on my return as an endless paradox.