Heart, we will love life
We will not forget the warmth she gave
The blessed privilege and opportunities
To meet souls and flesh of trees
And experience the imperial senses
That would be stranger and lighter
And heavier than breath which came
And went in years into the unknown
Where memory cannot enter
And friends outgrow the love we knew
And time will not falter, because
Our rendezvous with life is not permanent
Life stuns you by degrees
And asks your spirit to understand
And the world falters you in its cravings
So undeniably organic and disorganized
Heart, we have known the best
Of both worlds, East and West
In months of solitude and marriages
And we have wept as change ragdolled us
Across the seasons, how we loved
The bitter sweet moments, only we
Could comprehend, and frame
In the subjectivity of our sweetest thoughts
Our noble heart always wanted to love more.
Wuji Seshat 
Well written. Wonderful diction. And pure truth. I really like this . =^_^= it isn’t often, I regret, that I stop by blogs these days. I figured I should though. I’m glad I did. I’ve had my nose in books and the weirdest articles on Wikipedia I can find. Haha anyway, thank you for your wonderful poetry. 🙂
Thanks, it’s great to touch a new reader!
Very sweet!
Yes, life is for living, and loving.
Thanks for the reminder.
Vincent
Aaaaw. I love this. Makes me feel good. Happy. Thanks for sharing your gift.
You are sweet! Sometimes our gifts are buried for 99% of our lives, and only get to come out and play in the great moments of tragedy in our lives.
Yes. I’ve experienced that as well. It is interesting how your words coming from a place of sadness felt pleasant to me. Poetry is wonderful. The perfect way to process and make beauty out of pain.
That’s true, just feeling is a kind of freedom.
Reminds me of something we spoke on. Of forming attachments when we shouldn’t to people who have no idea. Quite a lovely read 🙂
Yes when you don’t have kids or a full social life, the mind and heart wanders like the smell of Autumn….
Boy, you are a poet alright. Autumn makes me feel whimsy as well.