DRAGGING MY SOUL TO A BEAUTIFUL LAND

“Life has no meaning, the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.”

 

― Jean-Paul Sartre

 

“I look for you in every life, but I don't always find you. And sometimes I find you too late.”

 

― Kirsten Miller, The Eternal Ones

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmM5eIY9-rw

SOMETHING'S GOTTEN HOLD OF MY HEART – ROBSON & JEROME

 

Ma belle Daisy, je dédie cette personne pour toi. Je dis toujours si je n'étais pas un coquelicot je veux être une marguerite! : 0) Je tu remercie de tout mon cœur pour me tirer de mon humeur bleu et dans un beau cadre de l'esprit. Mon Français est n'est pas parfait, et ni est ton Anglais, mais nous trouvons une connexion et former une compréhension qui transcende tout simplement la langue ... Je t'aime <3

 

UNTIL WE GET THE ENDING RIGHT AT LAST

 

As tender as Springtime first grown sprouts of greenest grass

as gentle as the new-born lambs that made us laugh

galloping across the meadows of wildflowers' historic past

this love you gave to me I thought would last

but no-one sees the future or where to follow

along the path so straight, but ever-narrow and often hollow

or part at crossroads in misdirection

and misinterpretation of the pointing arrow

from Cupid's bow we know full well

it doesn't always hit it's mark exactly if at all

but may land on blurred and vaguest outskirts

just outside our plans and fall

where the earth may be fertile or be fallow

or seperated by the highest wall

the wild deer's instincts are to gather together

like posies of velvet soft ivy with dogged edges

hidden beneath the sumptuous hedges

the buckwheat dries in shallow furrows

ploughed by the farmer and reflected in his brow

that may never see tomorrow

the lines so uniform underneath which his darkened eyes

like pools of blackened soil where stubble burning

leaves it's marks until it can recover

this love of ours that once discovered

deep desirous needs within each other;

that could complete us

yet leaves us weary now; so worn; so tired; defeated

frayed edges of ropes that bound you to me

disarrayed; dismayed atop the ledge of hope

that once you see

how deep the cut of separation feels;

you'll know and understand this need in me

and how the roughened coir that once was

smooth as velveteen soft-fingered

ribbons twirling through the tendrils of our hair

that in the winds of all the seasons

that stretched out wide and far before us

who could tell where you ceased to be and I began

so closely knit and woven; souls and hearts in unison

I heard my own and yours as one

and when yours skipped a beat

I picked up the slackened rhythm lost and found

within the sound of ever-loving new beginnings

everlasting thoughts and machinations of our minds

no need to speak or write our story down

it was our choice to live the lives we'd chosen for ourselves

in silent unknown sojourn we rejoiced

and didn't heed the words of anybody else

wrapped within the hidden sacred womb so safe from harm

our little world seemed big enough for us; so calm

but like a bubble silently rises high above the mountains

with no knowledge of it's fragile vulnerability

a poisoned arrow sprang from nowhere

and beat us way back down

we crashed to earth and were dispersed

before we hit the ground

were scattered like the biblical seeds;

some falling hard on stony ground

that harvested our organs

like greedy gorging snuffling hounds

once hunted foxes near to extinction

in England's green and pleasant lands

we survived and bound our wounds

with discontent; disparagement

and coldly battened down our hatches from ensuing storms

which led and let the pouring rain;

cold and treacherous muddied waters

flow through our veins with venom and with spite

to hide the fact that we had bled out

all the goodness we once felt

and looking back we cast an eye into the distance

and what can you see that I haven't already thought about

that crossroads had four roads leading us away and to us

but I chose one and so did you, so what would happen

if we retraced our steps one day

and took the other two just to see where we would end up

and maybe there might be a roundabout or one way street

where two lovers such as us were destined still to meet

and warmly take each other in our loving arms

to live once more within the sanctuary of a love which balms

and entwines our lives and loving hearts within

a different future where our promised happy ending

is built to last and no amount of arrows slung

can pierce the inner sanctum built therein

that houses love so pure and generous,

that no-one wishing ill intent

can penetrate or cause such discontent

that once we felt was destiny

but now we know that there can be

many different endings to our story

if we are brave enough to risk the journey

back into the distance of our past

and live and die and live again all over

until we get the ending right at last.

 

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