I slept for days in darkness
Til my mind awoke in somnolence
When soporific company
Beget to me lucidity

And levity of thee
My loving enemy
Take flight, be free

So fly, did we
Plunged into new infancy
'Til wake, did I, to find
Signs all around me

The sleeping mind might hide
Behind the tides of rationality
For what is true to me
Could cause my honor to recede

They say spirits fear these
Thou; we; people whose fear flees
Those who live without the need
To hark, harrow,
To this extricated stimulus of survivability

Thus my fear is wrought from nought but me
And what might come to be, begotten by my
Ignorance
Through recompense
And stagnance

Til decisions become prominent
To dislodge my obstinance
And force me to act
In likely, what is foolishness
But such grand an action meant

Should all things come to, for repent
And as things are evanescent
And as things are always writ by what is spent
And some things underwent, but not aptly lent

Forbearing prescience, and cognizance
Of what should come to pass
By destined placement, alas
My sweet laments
Transgress

In she came
Like a gust of wind
Sweeping me off my feet

And in the air
I lingered there
And felt my mind retreat

It was loss of heat to air
Through which my mind became aware
And thence did doubt deplete

And as I lingered in the air
And as I saw myself engulfed
My eyes did rise to shining sun
Seeing visions of plenty; my whims undone

But thus, alas, as time should fleet
To harrowing mysteries before
My bubble burst at the seams
I plunged to dark, abhorred

Through questioning and recompense
I sought the light fore-met
And in the mind’s eye, new light shined
Through memory dispensed
So there I fell
To abject hell
And there my mind resides
Yet only in the shadow’s summit
Should inner balance, and life bide

Break free of fear
The dark is here
You harbor it inside
Make only effort to balance dark
With all the light you find

As love should take you places
You could never hope to see
Take care to love your many faces
Seek setting your soul free

You are my platonic goddess,
and I, your wayward mystery
Yet I am astronomical,
and though space is cold and empty,
it holds inexplicable warmth;
its fires rage incarnadine,
and with no suffocating atmosphere,
they smelt as they coagulate
You are my Yggdrasil,
and I, your cosmic soil.
Irony begets your growth,
limbs so far from my earth.
Impress upon me latent wisdoms,
unbecoming of your ilk.
Show me naught,
and extancy shall wax
unto my perception.
Brilliance can only hold such luminosity
in boundless darkness,
or we are accursed and blind.

Love lost to me in times forgotten
When apathy discourages my search
For in the end, I cannot find my love if truth
begets to me only heightened expectation

I long for one who seeks
to understand who I am deep inside
Who shares emotions so strong
I long for one who asks me
what I'm feeling and what led that way
To ask what composes my thoughts

And, I do want laughs, adventure and the like
But as for what I truly seek,
Those conversations about the universe
Those that last for hours
I want to form a bond
I want to know everything about you
But I don't even know who you are

Star crossed lovers
Gaze upon an empty sky
And search for distant stars
And wonder why
The darkness is so black
When things are never ending

Her eyes might widen
To seek the light
Her mind my gape
And swallow the space
Which borders every star

His words should sparkle
Amongst the galaxies
Writing his love
Across the sky
To live forever

They are
So obsessed
With the beyond
They cannot see the lines
Which form their souls together

And create constellations
Just to unify them
However distant

Strange things, these eyes that wander only to find a beaten path
It was like magic, when I saw the numbers, saw the signs
And then she was, like magic, brilliant, full of flourish and such
And she was dark but luminescent, an enigma
And as it unraveled before me, all in one fell swoop
Did I feel alive again, but for a moment
Until from her grasp I fell, even before meeting her eyes
To see her wisping with the breeze
And see her wander
And squander herself on petty things
To avoid the clutch
Of that which would hold her

Soulful synergy escapes my ever aching heart,
where the time and space
that separates
and tears us further apart,
is not but stimulus for art.
And this emotion, like an ocean,
flows forever in every direction.

So, though the desire for affection is unyielding,
the result is an infection of the heart.

In this, we must find our deepest sense of gratitude
-life and love, a perception of beauty -
in ourselves; or risk being lost to the periphery.

That is, the wills of others taking precedent over the needs of self.

I must let go of love.
I must not want to be understood.
Instead, I must seek to understand.

I can live forever,
but never experience the same thing twice;
why should love be any different?

This is Agape.