Friday, February 19, 2010

Love After the Storm



There was once something that was so sincere,
& Unconditional like looking straight into those eyes,
And saying without words, Baby, I love you, no false gimmicks and no mistrusted lies
Strengthened ties, as the true intentions of Heart drew us near,
We learned there was no longer anything to fear
I testify that in being with you, there was nothing to hide
You took me for who I was,
And for that the journey never died
Love was day in and day out,
But never played out
See, you and me was a “WE,”
And the love was mob deep,
Further then just any ONE can see
Love
Beautified through Life’s rhythm and rhyme,
Strengthened and renewed through the seasons of time
Tested through those times of cold winter snow and hail
Broken and dropped like the fall of autumn leaves frail
And picked up, blossomed through spring showers,
With fresh scents of renewal giving off these strange powers
Endured, cherished, and peaking at summer’s warmth here on till thereafter
Clear skies, SUN SHINING, paradise
Purple Rain burning up on the surface of love’s reminiscence and forever-after
This story was timeless, destined to continue till the morrows of to infinity and beyond the comprehension of a bystander observing from a point where there simply is no justice in context of truth and its all too often obscured light.
…The fact of the matter is that this thing we had was beautiful in all contexts and extremities to you and sincerely yours, I, myself who once wished upon a star to attain something as grand as this. But the circumstances had changed. Your light was lost, stolen somewhere in the midst of night. And solitude I tried to fight, praying that you just might come back to me- To heal my lonely sight.
A battle I fought for what seemed like an eternity.
Because time slows as the pendulum is at a loss for energy
Bawled up letters, crossed out poems,
A halt for the progress of wonder and adventure,
Both lost to the tides of affectionate surrender.
It is thou who I have put mine life on hold for.
Yet my heart lies like a broken mirror on the ground scattered to a million pieces,
Reflections of abuse and ignorance shown on my heart in permanent creases
& What was I to do?
A storm unrelenting of bittersweet, mixed, and flooded feelings, decisions, thoughts, and emotions,
To I, and to anyone sane, all overly whelming.
A was telling me to quit.
B was telling me 2 merely wait for the second coming of your arrival.
C was saying No, you must fight for love’s survival.
B overpowered A, but C ousted B and was pronounced Greatest.
I step outside…
And the rain comes pouring down on me- heavy tear drops pulsating on my chest. I run around in it for a while. Lost in the midst of my despair, frustrations, and ANGER. I collapse to the floor- splatter the evidence- an outpouring of immense out crying; bursts of accumulated emotion scatter a million fold all around my body, my entity, my being, my soul.
And under the rain I laid for a while on the ground, down
The storm eventually calmed, letting my feelings drown
Light Raindrops fell down upon me gracefully, and what was upon me was truly Love’s crown,
For I swear I saw the seasons change,
A metaphorical change of gloom to the bloom to the BOOM of reminiscence!
Charged down upon my body, my being
For in those drops’ reflections it was a certain past love I was seeing
But in the final ultimatum overwhelmingly uplifting change that I was foreseeing
The sun came out and I knew not to wait any longer
Got up and walked away with a perception fonder and in yonder,
I know I will never see you again
But placed within me is the will to start a new chapter in my life and so I could begin
This new journey of empty moments and feelings for affection I will fill in
And to this day I hold you in sweet remembrance
The omega of my life that showed me the beauty of all four seasons
Ultimately the abundance of love’s boundless, timeless reasons
And in the daily reminders of this revelation,
My spirit is left soaring at sky-scraping elevation
Because contained within me is the Love after the Storm
Both enabling and urging this more profound form
2.19.10


-Michael