Sunday, January 29, 2012

Goodbye. Again.

To lie with you here is to deny myself of my heart’s true desire: to be loved

Deprived of my soul’s truth once before, I offer my condolences as I can no longer lose sight of my future intentions with you any more

Shall I die of regret or live with ease is the question upon my night’s star

From afar, I shall remember your kind words, forward thinking, gentle touch and charismatic nature

Ever will the thoughts of your crown dwindle in my mind

Upon my wishes I hope there to be another knight whose charm surpasses yours

As your winds blow, I’ve encountered wisdom from the ancestors warning me to be free of the dream that shall be interrupted abruptly by reality

To live without consciousness of what really exists undeniably relinquishes freedom of peace

For the safety of one’s predictable manner loses its value when trampled with the consequences of unwitting desire

The challenge I have, to be womanly in my deeds and commit to the actions that will fulfill this deed, is the strength that I long for

To stay in this position is to buy land that never prospers for the lack of foundation built upon its soil

Options of alternative measures come infinitely but to live beneath what one wills is to live wanting

I’d cherish this moment more in the future if by chance I am granted the serenity to accept what will be from what was always wanted

If ever I were to have an heir I’d fully expect that she not relinquish her duly cause to the inferiority of settled comfort

Though unseen in near distant there have been mountains to rise where there once were plains

Believing otherwise is to live in fear of the potential that one has to create the existence that they wish to see within the suffering of our current conditions

I challenge the jewels of which I attain to be of example to that which otherwise relates to be nothing

For if I do not embark upon this challenge with the courage of mine own, then at what point do we reign over that which is known and conquer that which was always purposed to be

It has been recorded that at moments elders crossed paths with angels, forbidding them loss of memory and wisdom gained

Yet, upon the trying of the concept, soaring, each angel has returned to its onward position

I say, to you, as I bid farewell, that I will once have known some parts of your soul

As the piece of the puzzle that has no part in making the picture imprecise, I move forward with the element in my right hand

In the palm of my influence shall you be remembered, from a far

To have known you has been the pleasure of my soul’s affections

I must go now, for to lie with you here is to deny myself of my heart’s true desire: to be loved