he embarks on an adventure
with a surprise, the price of coin
monsters to defeat
the day of reckoning
with Roach by his side
and the bard playing the lute
witches call him:
invading his dreams
of destiny foretold
and although it may seem
that their are few, who love him
a message is written here
right below his name
The Witcher
a feast for the senses
cards are sent
roses with their scent
the message of love is received
red is the passion
when all is revealed
bringing about a new hope
put into perspective given scope
each and every darling wallflower of the mind
a blessing you will find
Love is transcendent
as beauty is radiant
we only see
what we want to see
a framework
of essential being
painted legacy
on a canvas of art
brush strokes
a shape of exquisite nature
on a stage a part
portrayed by an actor
reflected lights
brighten the horizon
and the notion of propriety
Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find true love
flashbacks
take me back
to another place in time
recurring dreams
of old memories
distances are never too far
if you want to change something
let it first be broken
then mend it with love
butterflies in love
on a spring morning
dancing across the garden
colours of orange and brown
a playful unison
natures way of saying
I love you
sparrow fly away home
of all life’s desires
be the one
who holds dear
what life leaves behind for us
a shining star
in the vast cosmos
when all love is lost
be the spark
to reunite the two halves
bring back all light
banish the darkness
believe in oneself
a guiding force of nature
when I dream of her
it is she that manifests
apart of me lays hidden
waiting for it’s match
a seamless interwoven catch
looking across from where we start
to break even a heart to heart
as I lay awake
my dreams unfold
a stream of ever knowing love
she broadens my horizons
the light of truth
reflected in her eyes
show me the path of salvation
a blessing in disguise
the past erodes the present
my thoughts run deep
I see now;
where it all began.
in that moment of clarity
I wait for her,
each time
we both fall in love
my soul is painted
like the skies,
I see no reason
to change that.
Colours fade, in the light.
As we ourselves distance,
broken pathways have no end.
However close we get,
that which remains still
a shadow of the heart.
An equity/reason
balances the truth
as we drift away together.
