When tides of the Great flood have reacquired
Their calm within the limits of the land,
Out of the foaming trace, unseen and quiet
Crawled Love and made its way onto the sand
Dissolving in the air till time required -
Forever and a day that would demand.
And now and then some oddballs still appear
That will inhale this mixture with no fear,
Awaiting neither punishment nor pleasure,
And thinking to themselves - they breathe just so,
When suddenly their breath will come in row
With other breath of same uneven measure.
But the feeling is to stay above
And afloat, akin to ships at sea,
Long before the learning comes that “love”
Has the meaning same to “breathe” or “be”.
There will be many odysseys and chases,
The land of Love is grand for every guest.
Its knights must travel to the distant places
As every day is tougher in their quest,
They’re kept apart by distances and spaces,
They are deprived of peaceful sleep and rest.
But then the madmen won’t turn back around,
To pay the charges they’re already bound,
They’d risk their lives, all costs would be accepted
Just to preserve, just to not let untie
The magic thread invisible to eye
With which they are so fatefully connected.
And the wind would thrill them ever more,
Knock them down, and from the dead retrieve,
For the one who did not love before
Did not ever breathe or ever live.
Alas, to call them is a fruitless matter,
For many which have drowned in love are dead.
Their count is kept by vanity and chatter,
But on their blood is how that count is bred.
They died from love unthinkable, and later
We’ll place our burning candles at their head.
Their souls are flowers in the garden sun,
Their voices are to join and flow as one,
They’ll breathe as one the infinite elation,
And with a sigh, they meet again among
The fragile bridges where the rivers run
At narrow crossroads of the world’s creation.
I’ll spread fields for lovers to lie down
Let them sing, awake or in their dream.
For I breathe and therefore I love
For I love and therefore I am.