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Stowaway Heart
Does an asunder heart still echo the chambers of these barren walls
Despondent beats remain in bereavement of yesterday’s assertions
Today’s losses, tomorrow’s emptiness
That old sense of fervent melancholy
Keeps tapping on the window of my angst
I imagine you reaching out in the midst of my dreams
I hear your thundering roar beckoning from tranquility of the majestic seas
I wallow in the marvels of your intellectual shaman
Coating me in the mystic of its beautiful implications
Sacred rites we bowed in veneration, unto my sanctuary you knelt
With each breath we took
Blessings in the agility of the meld
My skin, metamorphically catered in the reality of your subdued whispers
The existence of my being drifting on the soft notes of an erroneous melody
Blowing in the sweetest reminisce of fate to lose destiny to gain
Do I have the will to tarry on
The burden of this cross one must carry
Shall it become too intense to bear in solitude
Our moment, this moment, my moment, in time is plummeting
Drowning me in a sea of exalted potentials ordained on the near horizon
As an obedient child bereaving a beloved toy confiscated by time
Awaiting hands can never get back
Quietly persevering my stowaway heart written on the scrolls of forevermore
Despondent beats remain in bereavement of yesterday’s assertions
Today’s losses, tomorrow’s emptiness
That old sense of fervent melancholy
Keeps tapping on the window of my angst
I imagine you reaching out in the midst of my dreams
I hear your thundering roar beckoning from tranquility of the majestic seas
I wallow in the marvels of your intellectual shaman
Coating me in the mystic of its beautiful implications
Sacred rites we bowed in veneration, unto my sanctuary you knelt
With each breath we took
Blessings in the agility of the meld
My skin, metamorphically catered in the reality of your subdued whispers
The existence of my being drifting on the soft notes of an erroneous melody
Blowing in the sweetest reminisce of fate to lose destiny to gain
Do I have the will to tarry on
The burden of this cross one must carry
Shall it become too intense to bear in solitude
Our moment, this moment, my moment, in time is plummeting
Drowning me in a sea of exalted potentials ordained on the near horizon
As an obedient child bereaving a beloved toy confiscated by time
Awaiting hands can never get back
Quietly persevering my stowaway heart written on the scrolls of forevermore
Published 30th Apr 2020
Author's Note
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
Lao Tzu
Lao Tzu
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30th Apr 2020 5:25am
30th Apr 2020 5:30am
It is very late for this Cinderella... so I will say thank you my poet and an early good morning to you, enjoy this Thursday as well
