A love, I have witnessed and it infected my very being
It grasped my soul, this form incomparable
Nothing seemed worthy of this all consuming love

Days felt glorious, the nights held no dark shadows, there was no fear
I held this love taut and bound in the deepest recesses of my mind
It would be a crime to denounce the most precious memory sublime
The emancipation I felt, contentment, joy emotions unbounded
I cast all hope and fear, to net what once was mine
God would you judge my heart and doubt what once I held in dreams
My heart tender and still so worn, treaded on and bound to shores beyond my reach

Each facet of my very being is torn
Physically and spiritually I am ensnared
I do not wished to be released, entrapped I remain
Cordially I submit, for no gains
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
Will you not doubt my heart, my fears my being, the fabric that makes me who I am
Will you not sway and course towards another but stay with me
Make me whole again, remove the shadows, to breath again
My heart I swear, is doomed if you are not there
My life concluded, boy to man lost in love, give me my life
God you are cruel, but I love thee still and heaven shall deny me in my mort, but I will not deny nor refrain, the blood of passion that runs through my veins.
From birth to death I cannot deny, the feelings, I feel sublime in thee.

Like every other human being on this planet I am what I am, who I am, we are all the same yet here is the conundrum we are all individual, unique and different, we have the same emotions and feelings, the same senses, we are born, live and die yet travel our own unique journey.
We all also share something that I feel some of us are beginning to forget, a long lineal history of ancestral hopes and plans, instigations from the past that paved our paths for us, at least in our beginnings.
All our forebears had dreams, they all had hopes, they all grew as children, married, had families and gifted us with a history, in which the lost pages of their urges, dreams, desires, and the culmination of all their life's moments are the sum of who we are, as our unique selves, and the entirety of our consciousness will be gifted to our children, and on the story goes.
The question I ask is what will this generation gift into this long lineal line as it continues its journey...?

Am I waiting between worlds, this sigh of a moment caught in a lens
The image of a look, a flicker of hope, a flame burning to extinction
One Last breath reveals a lifetime of pain, laughter, the weakness of flesh
Desires and tears through a smile hiding fears and I mock myself.
How soon these years expose a time too soon, the scream of a child to the rattle and his offsprings tears.
Gone, not forgotten, not quite yet...but soon time ebbs and the tears we wept they forget.
Time passing, we keep asking but cannot hold the flow
We strain, each moment, hoping to stem the tide alas gone in a flicker
The candle light dims on the nursery rhymes that echo in a mind lost in searching for that moment to hold eternally.

How I fear that final shadow cast and lost as time runs out.
We are not eternal you nor I, just dust...

Feathers on a breeze through time, pictures of innocence, and we shall fade...
You and I, us and them, we and all.
Those moments....I cherish....those times I crave.....lost.
Only in my mind now, that lonely place, where only I hear the laughter and feel that warm embrace.
I wonder if I shall play under that tree, the hours I spent feeling free..., Long that summer was in a life too brief..........