Some Thoughts Upon Love, My Love

Since my early foray into love at the age of six I have been in love a few times. Most recently, the miles got in the way of the fulfilment of that love. Career opportunities for them and responsibilities for both of us have prevented me from taking the one I love as mine, and in my darkness I turned to poetry. For once, not the poetry of others, but this time, my own poetry:

When sunrise flames upon a distant shore,
And gilds the wings that enfold love, my love,
For hours yet shall I still remain in sleep.
Then shall sweet dreams come, to fill my head,
And in my sleep a smile, a sigh – desire, so strong,
For love, my love, looks down at me.

 For now, such is this love, my love, to me -
That distant face; my dream; my sigh;
Those eyes that smile; that mouth; those lips,
Despite my desire, not yet mine to touch.
Yet dreams make wings of this desire,
Such gilded wings as carry love, my love, to me.

Then, sunrise on nearer, less exotic shores.
As darkness flees, Morpheus escapes my grasping hands,
And daylight bleaches colour from my dreams.
Yet in my waking hours long, through life less real,
The dream of dreams, love, my love, it lingers still.
Love, my love remains with me.

 Where ‘ere I look, I see that smile; that tilt of head;
Those eyes that shine with fire from inner strength.
A presence, real and strong as the beating of a heart,
It touches me. Desired intimacy brushing my skin,
An echo of my nighttime pleasures –
The dream, the sigh, the look of love, my love, on me.

 Such has now become my heart’s desire -
To hold love, my love, as water in the cup of my hands,
Tenderly, carefully protecting that which is so precious.
To touch love, my love, soft as a sea born breeze.
To feel love, my love, enfold me in gilded wings
And soar with me to heights unimagined.

 When sunset dies upon that far distant shore,
Then does Morpheus take love, my love, into his arms.
As daylight flees my thoughts take flight, on gilded wings anew.
Then do I soar o’er oceans, deserts, and mountains high.
Then do I look down on love, my love, and smile,
And in their dream an answering smile, a sigh – the dream of dreams.