And Why.
And why,.
Every conversation with her,
Seems like a distant dream.
Intoxicating,
More than the booze I had.
Separated,.
The chasm between,
Much more than the distance,
Geographical, religious and the age.
Is it what love seems to be.
A conversation long lost,
Comforting. Of ages,
Of things not spoken,
And understood.
With the spirits ablaze,
And the sleep thereafter.
And why,
Does the pain,
Feel numb in the reminiscences.
Her doe eyes,
Innocently gazing in.
All the reproachable,
And untouched reachable parts.
Unreasonable, though it may,
Seemingly give warmth.
Glowing the soul shall,
Be just the same.
Wishing,
If not then scorned it shall,
The society by.
And why,
In none of the multiverse,
Will the time come,
Of us to be.
On the mountains,
In the meadows,
And snow filled peaks,
Two wandering souls,
In solace. Kindered,
Their spirits shall be,
Unwavered by reality,
With emotion overpowering.
The reality in the haze,
Of the fire that burns,
Destroying realms of tradition,
With hope. Of being.
Together.
Amen.
