Love is a paradox

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

Rainbow

rainbow in the sky

ever changing light

from one point to another

parting the clouds

following our dreams

destiny intertwined 

passing moments

though they seem familiar 

they are in fact unique

making memories

searching for something

that remains hidden

the meaning of life

Memories of time

memories 

the reflections of time

distance themselves 

to an unknown place

upon the upheaval 

of memory

 

lost are the stars

to which we call home

trying to find ourselves 

when dreams end

life begins 

a new story

 

what shapes our soul

is it the experiences we have

that help us realise 

our true purpose in life 

or is it the realisation

that all this can change