The End of Our Sojourn Brought Love: A Dedication to Bill and Bev. (Poem) by Manatita
When I beheld her beauty,
Time stood still, and silence reigned supreme.
Long was the journey, and patient was my hopes;
Now the end of the road brought fragrance;
Embraces from a seemingly impossible dream.
Time wove a destiny,
harvested from shattered glass and molten rocks,
To one of sheer beauty and sublimity.
As our hearts merged, ethereal flakes drifted gracefully,
And the pure white crispy snow
Near the bench where we enraptured,
Gleefully merged with our heartbeats;
Blue clouds danced with our joy.
As we embraced, I felt a new loftiness of love:
A ripened reality, born from past sorrows and broken dreams…
But now our Spirit cried as one,
Blossoming from the celestial realm,
A supernal joy unspoken.
The end of our roads brought fragrance,
And reality a fulfilled longing, for that ever-elusive bliss.
O Truth, how sweet Your vision!
O Love, how silent and inexplicable Your inner worth!
Wrap me in Your encircling Light,
To find my way home.
-Manatita 23rd Feb, 2014. Copyrighted.
Until Tomorrow
Longer shall I hug the silken sheets,
And your fragrant lingerie,
Delightfully close to my gleeful heart,
So that the vibrant flow of your wondrous Spirit remains.
Until tomorrow, I shall keep the shutters closed,
The sweet-scented pillows near,
And the image of your imprinted glow,
Shining brightly on the bed where I now lie.
Until tomorrow, I shall not go to the bath,
Lingering in wonder from the Shakti of your engaging love.
And as the bee returns to the honeycomb,
So too, I will return again and again,
Engrossed in the supernal ecstasy
Of your charming sweetness.
Until tomorrow,
I shall recite your sweet, touching whisperings,
Psalms so deep as to thrill my Spirit;
Quench the insatiable yearning of the Soul.
And as the river fulfills itself in the depth
Of the mighty sea,
Let me always console myself:
Quench my inner thirst in thee.
Beloved, now that your balm of Light
Have taken away my searing pangs,
Do remain inside my crying heart.
Let me not forget, at least until tomorrow,
When we are scheduled, to meet again.
-Manatita 23rd Feb, 2014. Copyrighted.
This poem is my own creation and any resemblance to any living entity, is pure coincidence.- Manatita