When I can look at life in the eyes
Of the heart, from the heart of my eyes
I see the calm of everything
The current of love beneath time
And it shall not be memory
For existence is only fresh in experience
Silent as a woman waiting for love
It’s not enough to act or listen
The world waits for the spring
And youth comes only once
In meagre compensation for biology!
I should be glad for loneliness
And hours to wonder what is divine
And a thirst body that amounts to
An empty heart to fill the jewels
Of single songs of people dear
And lovely melodies full of light
If I have loved much and been loved deeply
It is enough, enough to say
It will soon be over, on a hushed winter’s night.
Wuji Seshat 
Oh stunning!!! 💕
I’m glad you liked it Jen, sorry for the sappy sad ending…apologies to women that love isn’t always enough…
I love it Wuji! I like the ending! Love is not always a fairytale.
Thanks well, I’m in a sappy mood.
Now I want to curl up with a cup of hot tea and contemplate life.
Thank you Dara, that’s definitely my current mood. My Dad continues to decline with terminal cancer, so my mood is impish and cold at best these days…
These things that seem to be contrary to nature, creep among us. I sat by my aunt as she passed unto worlds unknown from cancer. It was both sad and beautiful. Sending you strength, my friend 🙂
Thank you, it’s a joy to write some poems and have some conversation, no matter how small. All these threads of dialogues are healing in their own right…