love is a chasm through which the force runs
rushing, tumbling, powerful, unstoppable
like a river in flood,tempestuous in it's desire
to reach the wantonly craved destination
any obstacles exist only to be overcome
pushed aside, swept around, rushed over
and all else failing, to be worn away through time
lost in the oblivion of one hundred tomorrows
love has the power to delight and to destroy
an energy which rages and caresses, crackles and dies
there is nothing sensible about love
it is as dangerous as it is divine
love today may promise you forever
wake up tomorrow and the dream is dead
love left in the night, as silent as hill mist
leaving a love worn space, aching to be filled
All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann
5 comments:
One of your very best.
Clean and beautiful verse.
thank you pardner!
VERY Well Held, Me Most Able SeaDyke. Absolutely breathtakin' an' Soul-searin'.
kind words me cap'n, i thank you.
Are you listening? Perhaps it is time to bring your genius to the outside world as well honey.
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