Promises of Earth


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There is no freezing eternity
Not time, not my picture, not video
Nothing can capture who I was

Though I bid you farewell
In a thousand soft loving poems
Thine, in my heart, lived
Where the soul dwelled
That soul that brought dreams alive

Not of my own volition
But for my love of you
That is the weather-beaten

Secret of the human heart
That the sun beams a thousand times
On our years of mirth and toil
To labour was simply another
Way of exercising love

For the world and those dearly possessed
For a few weeks, a few key interactions
That shall this be true, that

All good things come to an end
Should now love more, that once was lesse
All Elegies to their doom must last
In the rest of the moment’s embrace
That is where I left my soul

That is where I left my body
That is the favourite moment
Of such an ordinary heart

The purgatory where my life-force
Rushesth violently in melodious promising retorne.

Photo Courtesy:

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Afternoon-fog-489632694

Fragment: To One True Fate


Is not today enough, love upon the seas of fate?
Few flowers grew upon the wintry way
This is spring and summer of my cheerful return
Sufficient unto the day of my last belonging’s tide
That discord was and but a dim slave
And sorrow a petty repetition in the brain
Is not love enough, enough for today?
I have wandered long enough
Like an ocean, homeless and unconfined
But these days appear like a settled-dream
As if a warm and gentle atmosphere
Kept me close and sweet and tender
In the health of our shared wealth of soul
It is enough, to make the spirit sing
With the speed of singing love’s own name.

Fragment: Human Love


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Aye, Music, thou art the food of love
As is divine speech, as is the eye’s regard
Love feeds then upon the beauty
Of the secret sweet self of the other
Till all becomes music once again
And silence in love, another fragment of hearing
For giving’s glow is a virtue unto itself
Aye, it’s all a part of the warm return
That thine heart follows pure thoughts
To return to our Dear home at last
As if with all earliest hopes and joys
And all the treasures that memory can make
Lovely recompense for bitter former tears
A fragment of music, a shelf of home comfort
Aye, human love is but a portion of the Great Spirit
That nurtures our humanity of unimagined caves
Giving a voice to the mysterious waves
Sound, heart, touch, moments freed in harmony.

Musical Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9ayN39xmsI

Photography Courtesy: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Come-As-You-Are-378579685