if love cannot be tamed then let the
heavens unleash it.
like a raging chariot to the sound
of a trumpet.
like a hawk soaring down on
its prey.
with claws grasping the heart and
devouring the love.
like a shamans chant.
hypnotic and in trance.
a hearts dance is mysterious and
captivating.
but not like dust that
rain can wash away.
not like lust,
can be satisfied.
like thirst,
can be quench.
but love is insatiable,
everlastiing.
it ends not in death
nor sleep.
for in dreams love can
be spoken with a purpose.
a purpose one is fearful
enough to share
in reality.