| Written: OCT 9, 2003 |
Love.
As the milky breath of a newborn,
Transcending normality of emotion,
Striking a deeper self, a soul?
Bring on closer the ideals of Heaven,
Concluding our birth flight,
As migratory birds instinctively, Us.
Sweet.
The together forever fictions it imparts,
What deluded animals we’ve become.
In lands too plentiful we seek,
That which we need not,
Materialism and vanity leading, Sorrow.
Love.
Our end of all roads,
The most fulfilling paths achieved.
A soul mate found to complete us,
Drowning our disenchantments alive.
Some searching for the primal pleasures,
Others for simplicity, togetherness, Me.
