Love from the Willows

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

Behold the lore told
many times before
of young love and old souls
auspicious lives to explore

A very merry couple indeed

Those that believe in love
could see the varying degrees
reflected by feelings of affection
that they often shared between them

Even on the days that were
ripe with pride and ego
there would always be a way
for their affinity to grow

All of their days were filled
with life, love and laughter
Until the fateful one
where one love
transitioned
into the hereafter

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

sodden mortal eyes
and shattered bleeding heart
Nothing else will matter
to a world torn apart

One love left alone
to roam forlorn
and in despair
A life in pain is never fair
for no other love
could ever compare
to the kindred spirit
gone elsewhere

And yet

There is another
previously unacquainted
with the wandering love
seemingly forsaken
Smitten with the spirit
Taken by admiration

A sweet and sentimental soul
sadly kept at a distance
no chance for kinship
for forlorn love
remains reminiscent

There is association
between the two
but young love is obstinate
resistant to love anew
exceedingly scrupulous
Every breath under review

Then the day comes
where the sweet soul of one
has traveled far
and cannot return for a time

Stormclouds and dark days
prevent any hope for contact
resulting in a negative impact
and young love retracts even more
feeling forsaken

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

Young love sits alone
eyes soaking in tears
heart bathing in morose emotion
Until a presence appears

Love lost is found again
An apparition of the past
Embodied in the present
Reunited at last

But only for a moment

Love is young
and love transitions
but love is never lost
although that’s often the thought

Love that’s never lost speaks
of young loves stubborn nature
often the cause of discord
and disagreements between them
but also the source of admiration
The wellspring of young loves determination
beautiful all the same
but here no one is to blame

Young love can shine again
not for the sake of sentimental soul
but because love has no end
cannot be lost
and when genuine
is always whole

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

They’ve come to tell us what they know

Best of Times in a Golden Age

The sun sets and rises to see
two seemingly star-crossed lovers
in their prime
Enjoying their time with each other

Fabled grains of sand fall
Passing through time and glass
Flowing like fleeting moments
Memoirs of the past
and
hope for the future
coming together
Culminating as the present
A beautiful relationship
between the here and now

Shadows and spectres
of acquainted faces
and familiar places
They come and go
paying their respects
to concepts set in precious stone
Symbolic of life and love
United plights
Bonded blessings
The embodiment of destiny’s duality

Life is read by
chapters and stages
Each day is a brand new phase
A turning of pages
marked in the book of ages
If what’s seen
in between the lines can be believed
then tempo and rhyme
reside on the same page

On the same page meaning
the closest they’ll ever be
in age
in time
in body
in mind

Also the farthest
from shadows of death
from pain
from tears of sadness
and melancholy moments
From upheaved memories

The closest they’ll ever be
to all that they long for
and
The farthest they’ll ever be
to what cuts short their felicity

Fates demystified
made no less exciting
no less frightening
no less inspiring
no less painful
no less special

It is in this moment in time
they both realize
they will spend
the rest of their lives
with each other
They each will die
as their loved one can only watch
Fates that can not be stopped
It eases the pain knowing
they have a love
that never dwindles or wanes

Magic manifested in a minute

Their lives are a medley of emotions
melancholy moments
merry memories
with many more going unmentioned
and they embrace every bit of it

Just as this circle
is without end
Their love for each other
is eternal

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Time & Immortality

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Willow Fields

Bury me
In the field of willows
So I can release my energy
Into the trees

Bury me
Among the willow trees
So when it rains
The skys
And the leaves
They weep for me

Bury me
In the willows meadow
Where the roots below
Like to meet and greet each other

Bury me
In a field of dreams
Because they never die
As long as someone believes
Then I stay alive

To Heaven

It’s only with closed eyes
that I realized
the skies were smiling at me…

I was told from a young age
that heaven does indeed exist
I studied the concept when I grew older
and at first dismissed it
Wisdom comes with age
With every turn of time’s page
we creep closer to the moment
where we meld minds
with the words of a sage
I found it often
in bits and pieces
Almost as if it had been destroyed
and scattered across many moments in my lifetime
Now as I follow my lifeline
I study what occurred in my timeline
I’ve been putting these pieces together
and I understood it to an extent

Dear me
Imagine my surprise
when I shifted
Using a different set of eyes I realized
it was a cubism creation
The precision was immaculate
I get to watch these worlds unfold
What I see
depends on the lens I use
Ever since then
I’ve been crafting them
Each one assigned to a lifeline
A thousand eyes
A thousand lifetimes

Naked Truth

It’s hard to see a naked soul
They’re invisible to the naked eye
The truth lies naked and is so old
Lays bare compared to the lie
But of course they’re there
Actually, they’re everywhere

They’re always seen in clothes
In a wide variety of styles
Wool, fur and skin covered souls
Hugs it as it runs wild
Unfortunately when they’re forced to strip
People often see no more of it

This is when the lie is told
Buried bodies are dead and gone
With no mention of their soul
Where it’s been told that they live on
For some it may be beyond believing
Some essence of them is breathing

All that is has an ebb and flow
All that is has an energy
All that is may come and go
All that is can be heavenly
A soul stripped, made naked and bare
A soul stripped, can roam anywhere

A soul can roam in many minds
A soul can roam in many hearts
A soul can roam in many times
A soul can roam in many arts
A soul can roam and never cease
A soul can roam and be at peace

Some swear it’s all connected
If it exists than it’s intertwined
A thought which stands to be respected
Like the correlations in the mind
Everything inherently related in a way
Like the eternal relation of night and day

The forsaken clothes may lay here
The flesh, the skin and bone
The soul may even stay near
Those still dressed won’t feel alone
The life is only the body dies
The truth is only the body lies

Horrid Hunting

Cackling laughs fill the air as a gunshot blasting buckshot booms again

No Companion around to assist, or guard us against this stalking madman

Bloody Claws and mighty jaws of mutant dogs hunting along with him

Hunting us hungrily, with a voracious craving for blood

But I trust in my valor and daring, vigor of my faith

Sad to say it falls just as I do, caught in a bad position as saliva drips on my body, from both madman and dog, soaking my torso

 

Original Reddit Post

Prelude to a Timeless Love

A casual discussion between two immortals
From their words we can infer one is relatively young….

“Immortality, is it lonely?”

“Very”

“Ever met a time traveler?”

“One. We crossed paths every hundred years or so”

“No longer?”

“She died in my arms the first time we met. She said she wanted to see me ‘when I was young’ Ever since every visit is potentially the last”

So moved was he by the elder immortal’s memory
The young immortal decides to tells his tale
Documented as
A Timeless Love

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