When First We Meet

In death or in heartbreak
Whether we are lost in
Our feelings or just atoms
The fabric of our being
Comes forth giving into
An unpredictable myriad
Of possible manifestations

When love we thought
We wanted is uncrossed
We lose that part of ourselves
But yet we gain the
Depth of knowing
How beautiful a sourced relationship
Will be in the acceptance
Of the swing that we
Are swinging on

When letting go

I will love you as you want
As you are capable of receiving
I will love myself enough
Not to torture my inner being
For to want what you cannot
Gift to me can be a cracking open
Of a thing that does not
Want to be lived or loved
In such a way

Hence there will come a day
When the truest love will find itself
Running a race to sit beside us
On the bench of this heart
In stilled festivities of emotion
All will make sense as newfound
Laughter will commence
In such a way that true love
Finds itself at the center
Of a web of which will be
Devoured by the spider
That craves not the meal
Of a fly but the bluest blue

The psychics eye
The sweetest sweet
The tenderest of heart beats
Of a lover who will musically caress
The greatest unknown abyss
Of love left yet to share
One no one else was
Truly capable to bear

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

|B|arber |M|usic |T|ea I am an artist & an advocate. A spiritual lover. Executive Director for ALARK.org Author of Poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com Creator & Owner at Goldenlungtea.com Music & Hair at Geinos.com