I’m going to attempt to write another poem on the fly… I’m in a poetic mood right now… I Wait…
I sit here thinking, breathing, thinking
Remembering the days that have gone
Wondering of the days to come
Will I continue to cry?
They say time is a healer of things
Will this savior hasten to me?
We live, we learn, we die, we yearn
We yearn? We learn?
How does one set himself free?
Free of chains he cannot see?
Until I cease to yearn…
Until I truly learn…
I wait.
Scribbler's Book of Love
Since the dawn of man us humans have read, debated, lived, dreamed, and died for this 4 letter word called L O V E. Some were fortunate enough to taste the meaning of this powerful concoction of emotion, physical desire, and mystery across the many dimensions it resides on, some have waged wars only to die while uttering confessions of L O V E, and some remain blinded from this blessed curse.
I personally have claimed discovery of the meaning of L O V E several times, and with each discovery I have changed my view on what L O V E truly means. For me, what I thought to be L O V E always ended in disappointment and pain, however it always brought a more enlightened picture of what to expect when it DOES happen.