Close your eyes
if your heart so desires,
the surrounding forest
does not disappear.
The trees stand tall.
The grass still grows lush.
Animals make a home
and the birds a nest.
If I close my eyes,
the forest remains;
it lives.
As does this forest of love
I keep hidden
within the parts of me,
where light has no reason to travel.
It grows still, for the ways of nature,
life and the sun,
though easily perceived,
are seldom accepted.
©️Romancing Life
‘The Lilac Sky’
I seek the path that
takes me through
the lilac sky
framed in rose coloured glass,
to the road beyond
the limits of the eternal sun.
I seek the universe within you,
that something, which
you seek in me;
the light catching fire
in your eyes
and the dance of a smile
on my lips.
©️Romancing Life
Who is the sea and who am I,
I do not know.
I just know how to flow like the waves,
to and fro.
I flow without question,
I flow without hinderance.
I am destruction.
I am absolution.
I am the cradle of life.
I am a cemetery.
The giver of life
and home to death.
I am. I am. I am
I am beyond thought.
Where comprehension ends,
I begin.
©️ Romancing Life
If I do not say it,
you do not listen.
If I do not show it,
you do not see.
If I do not express it,
you do not perceive.
If I do not live it,
you do not believe.
It matters not,
what I do,
or do not do.
Your mere wish
not to hear it
will not change
the truth.
©️Romancing Life
Artwork: @pride_nyasha (Instagram)
I have been afraid to write of love lately. It takes away too much out of me.
Love is the essence of living. And there are days, which these days are most days when I feel it hurts too much to speak of love with careless abandon. I did so once. Perhaps even dared to do it twice. Once all was said done, I was left with a mere shell of my words.
If I dab my pen too much into love’s ink, it hurts. It hurts when I speak of what I had. It hurts when I speak of what I don’t have. It hurts to look at my empty hands and I realize even my wishes have slipped through my fingers.
© Romancing Life | 2017
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