Starry starry night

There is no hope left tonight. Its raining outside and there’s a candle on the table that threatens to burn itself out in a few more minutes. I will be left with nothing. Hope is the one human emotion that is our biggest strength and our greatest weakness. Don’t we always yearn for; hope that everything that burns intense as desire within us, spills over and paints reality just the way we recognize it to be?

Love is the greatest delusion we live by. Hiding behind it, believing that out fears won’t be seen and our cries will not be heard, having faith that there is always safety in numbers. Looking out for someone to promise us a lifetime of togetherness, to make us complete. Hoping for someone to adore us, for who we are, or who we could never be.

Separation and Venus nights

Gathering oblivion and butterflies
The Venus night glowed outside
The windowpane;

While youth and memories
Rested in my hair.

The air is thick with the familiarity
Of knowing you were never apart

Yet I tumble over pebbles
And separation tonight

My fortitude goes planting flags
In the hidden corners of love for you

I love you like a clumsy girl in spring
You are everywhere

In the golden wheat
In the blazing war

In the delicate sound of a guitar
In the thick weeks that make a lifetime

While my mad heart
Gathers oblivion and butterflies
With the Venus night tonight.

Moist doorways
Wearing silver light.

Green leaves
That now rustle in their yellow age.

The sweet river waters
That will turn to salt when they make love to the ocean.

Footprints in the sand
My solitary inheritance;

Grew roots that rose to you
Laden with dew and dreams

The sweet fragrance of jasmine
Invaded the heart with a raw pain

In this space between death and dream
I love you

And between pride and living
I am bound to your memory

I am tied into you
Like the sheath of the earth

You may not love me
And the stillness may die without survivors

But even in the death of silence
The smoke remains, to meet its fire.

Yearning...

Desire, a word that is in today’s day and age, used to define the yearning for a car or a need to shed weight. Somewhere the word has lost what it perhaps really means. Desire is such mad joy, something that burns within, that possesses and yet liberates in its own longing. But why is the longing no more for love for the eternal quest of the other half of the being?
Maybe Shakespeare knew it better in his Sonnet # 129 when he wrote these lines:

Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.