I write, in the name of my beloved
The one who I found on an open knoll
Whose attention caused dire consequences
Reigniting asleep flames of my soul
I speak of what saves, yet has destroyed me
I speak of my unparalleled devotion
I speak of the sole purpose of this life
I speak of a misunderstood notion
I have much recognized your decision
And hold it in deference to my rue
You pursue the unrequited for one
And I pursue the unrequited for you
Lest you become weary along the way
Just know that I will forever seek you
So I make a promise to be your home;
Vow, to which I shall ever remain true
Why is my love for you, dyed in wool?
What is the hindrance to moving on?
Why in love have I been made a fool?
What’s been causing this oblivion?
Why is thought of you, ever-present?
What’s keeping me from forgetting you?
Why is the sight of you magnificent?
What’s it you possess than others few?
A slow fire burns deep within me,
And keeps my curiosity at high
I question these puzzles so direly,
To philosophy, a pleasure – wry
If all life has led me to this point,
To make me but a mere proponent
Then, from this day to my last moment,
Just you and love, are my argument.
Shall I speak of the consequence
One, that your attention causes?
Words you utter keep me stunned,
My heart stops up at your gazes.
I am known to have just one gift;
To feel things with intense passion
Yet it happens to consume me;
A divine fire, I cannot abandon.
In sleepless nights I sing to you
A song, however, incomplete.
On bright days I write you letters;
Ardent proses, yet bittersweet.
I am indeed burned with desire;
The consequence you must construe
If this is the damage of attention
Imagine, what your love will do.
It is the fire that consumes me;
It is an inexplicable love,
It is the rain that calms me;
It is a melody from above.
It is the wind that humbles me;
It is everywhere and nowhere,
It is the sand that fuels me;
It is the artistry of nature.
I’m consumed by what I am,
I’m calmed by a riotous noise,
I’m humbled through arrogance,
I’m fueled by what is in poise.
I’ve much cherished the mystifying,
I’ve heard the unreal symphonies,
I’ve been moved by the inevitable,
And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.
The child stretches out his healed wings
As a bird of sky, shouldn’t be Earth-bound
He feels the wind again striking his face
Rejoices in wholeness; without rebound
What he didn’t know then was, no matter
How beautiful a rose is, it still has thorns
So he begins again, seeking pastures new
Leaving behind all them deceitful dawns
So he sits in rain to drown in his thoughts
His heart is filled, with doubt and despair
He questions his rebirth, his perfect wings
Asking himself, ‘why his flight had faltered?’
She was the wind to his mighty ailerons
And he’d blister his fire, all over her sky
The oceans screamed, upon their meeting
The sun shined brighter yet moon was shy
For certain, their love was unparalleled
But maybe it was just another false dawn
He no longer loves her, or maybe he does
For love is so short, forgetting is so long
He crashed onto the surface of earth
As his queen had left to his surprise
His flame waning, his valor was bruised
His wings torn by the fall from the skies
He wasn’t hurting, but numb through pain
Lying there in dust, broken and helpless
Though he must find shelter and revive
That he must find a way out of this mess
The child has now once flown in sky
And he surely knows the might of flight
He longs to return, to be one with wind
To rise above ground, beyond this plight