Porthos5925's blog: "Poetica Arcana Electronica"

Riding the tide, Coasting along the shoals with trepidation, Ever navigating these waters we call life, With the greatest of care, An ounce of fear and hesitation, Yet, once rife with the swell, This rippling undulation, It lays bare my courage, My soul borne with adulation, So carry me well, Oh crest and barrel, Allow me to soar, Upon your glassy surface, As high resounds your sweet, And crashing carol

A thought, A cleverly deduced suspicion, The certainty that you are for me wholly, Without reserve and free admission, Yet, I not for you, without exacting volition, Once I knew we were one, And that then, when we were apart, in drought, Parched had been my soul, beyond a glimmer of doubt, Yet, now I wonder in the depths of time past, If you have not found within your heart another thirst quencher, Another repast, Such drink and meal might satisfy, fill and delight, Yet, can it give you true comfort, The wonder and completion, That I might?

Here I roll, along a sea of emotion, Like a ship without a mast nor canvas, A sturdy hull in motion, Bracing firmly against the gale, Flanks at war with the tides, The cold depths surges, Seek to prevail and deride, Yet, mesmerized by these persistent and loving urges, Fearlessly I stand towards the bow, Given to the thought, indeed abiding to the notion, That someday soon my mast shall rise, And you shall be the sail, As together we cross this ocean, Towards a land unseen which we’ll unveil, A paradise, without fail

Two bodies lay, Curled within each others embrace, Entwined, Sublimely surrendered in the grace, That binds them, Then, without thought and without reason, With neither a glimmer of consciousness and utterly bereft of treason, They thoughtlessly transcend the depths of slumber, They bridge the void, Drawn together in the passion that feeds them, Like the skies tears and thunder, Such synergy, Replete with wonder

I emerged from the earth’s warm bowels, As snowflakes osculated and tickled my brows, The cold wind howled and tussled my hair, As my feet hit the pavement, seemingly without care, The slate skies above me, So sullen but bright, Rained down flurries, Held the promise of night, I tread the ground softly, My mind suffused in worry, Of things that might’ve been, Were it not for some pain and much fury, My eyes cast low, watched my feet tread beneath, Then right there before me I beheld a scene with much grief, A sparrow lying still, frozen to death but in peace, Its body shattered, its wings strewn awry, Yet those tears I shed, Were they for him or for I?

Amongst the shadows, form sunken, Into the empty embrace of a worn but pedigreed throne, I sat low, My soles tickled by the shag below, My shoulders, thrust forward, they balanced my torso, I gazed out, into a room filled, myriad objects, Myriad beams of sunkissed dust, Sparkled bright, yellow brick roads, devoid of rust, Pierced the shadows cast by the cacophony, so bright, Then along came skipping, A being so innocently right, Gentle and true, Her hair like fire, her stride in bloom, With eyes like saucers, verdant oceans that view, She paused still before me and gazed deep into my soul, She suddenly embraced me and held me whole, It was then that she whispered, low and verily, “I love you”, As I held her steadfastly to me.