Powerful waves, tall, remote, and steady crash in like a tolerant tsunami inside. Love in all it’s glory, purity, and realness defines itself. It runs by it’s master who take it along paths once taken, and paths unbroken. Teasing its pangs into the soul like bittersweet chocolate, and awakening torrents of shadows that become more visible with each softened touch.
Sweet lullabies, calm and soothing, break the distant silence. Towering amongst this endless fire that flickers and dims as the wind breaks through, blowing it from the grasp of salty tears gone stale. Timeless, mysteriously uneven, infinitely lost in a storm of perception, of deception, of longing, of need, of gentle turmoil, and relinquished until embraced by souls past.
Sweeping, unmoving, rooted, in it’s smooth and unspeakable curves. It lays hold of it’s master until that last breathe when its wings lift beneath a moonlit night, high, higher, until its destination is in sight. Settling on the shores above where line of water and shore meet. Love in all it’s glory, purity, realness will then define and set in place the longing of it’s master. Until then love’s wandering bird spreads it’s wings across an endless desolate dessert, in hopes of souls past.