What Has Gone And What Remains

In the silence
of fresh fallen snow,
In the dark night;
stars shine after the storm.

Clouds veil the sky
and obscure some star-glow –
There, above this Northern land,
to reveal a Southern Cross.

I look to the sky,
not by will of mind,
but by the pull
of a heartstring.

My breath catches
amazed at what I find.
I shake it off –
Free myself from superstition.

Once more, through strength of will
I push down yearning
strangle desire, and know
it is my will who is my heart’s jailor.

In dreams, I know I am free.
While unrestrained,
my love searches for his touch –
lost to me until I sleep.

In my waking hours
I know my sanity is forfeit,
should I dare to believe.
Yet my heart searches for him always.

Iron bars of rational thought
contain a love beyond capture.
A flame of desire, else unrestrained;
its heat calls to me; cries out for him.

Though I try to push it aside
In my denial, I admit I have fallen.
I had let irrational love capture me
and rivet my mind behind iron walls.

But Jailor Mind broke through those walls
a burning effort, aglow so hot
as to leave not even an ash behind.
It could not destroy a persistent remnant…

After the forest has burned
and the Mind has broken, insane.
After all that was is in ruin
Love, remains.

Lin Cava
10 – February - 2014