of the surreal 'somethings',
that are Like willing stowaways,
on the undulations of time.......
obsolete are the myriad discrete moments,
that clamor for eminence,
against the background of the sublime
glow of the sliver of time,
that like a divine incantation,
stands plastered in the walls of my mind.......
The horizon,bereft of a forgotten bridge,
stabbed at my quest, as the sultry clime, did me......
But a hike up your driveway,
and i could smell the musk of my very redemption,
in the aroma of your stew......
Treading the meadow to the heady rhythm,
chaperoning you,
from those make-believe camouflaged enemies,
treasuring the warmth of your presence,
putting up a spectacle,
That the hills of southern Iowa,
will whisper till eternity comes calling......
The creaky table, squeaks lores,
of the first union of our bodies........
The communion of our beings,though,
enjoys the solitude of our minds,
with no testimonies to inanely propagate it,
save our selves......
indulging in the company of the being we spawned,
that ephemeral figure, personifying,
the dissolution of us into one.....
I relish the emotional orgasm,
that enraptures me as i unravel your presence,
in the being, called, 'us'........
The undoing, though, peeks,
from the wrinkles of your face.....
Smothered by the weight of responsibilities,
the world we conjured together,
never takes to the air,
like a 'peregrine' with wings clipped.......
Resigning to the imminence of pain and separation,
the being volunteers commitment to celibacy........
sensitivity intact,
the erstwhile unshakable belief,
the mystic and the magical,
relinquishes the front seat
and the trappings of rational living,
curtail a romance,
which,though, nascent,
is replete with more love than a lifetime of courtship.......
The urge to drop the veneer,
to shelve the pretense,
and build a bridge back to you,
assumes almost palpable dimensions......
4 great days,
might just appear as incongruous dunes,
on the desert called life.....
But the love i feel for you,
a protege' of this blink in time,
suffuses my being with an ethereal warmth........
You might not be there,
to physically consummate this relationship,
but i feel your breath in every whiff,
of the easterly wind.......
your laughter resonating,
in the gurgle of every brook.....
and your love,
in every deed, i do....
In a universe of ambiguity,
this kind of certainty comes only once,
and never again,
no matter how many lifetimes you live........
And i promise my love,
that the unmoving constancy and vitality,
of our love will reflect off my eyes,
till death cloaks them......
then,
the bridges of your beloved madison county,
will mutely recount this tale of ours,
redolent of countless other unfulfilled stories,
but with a character,
only we could have infused....
I'll love you........forever......and ever.......
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