The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

A colour, Midst the colours, Composed of vibrant dreams, A painting, The illustration of which, Emerges from the rainbow streams, I am what I am, Ask me not to amend my soul, 'Cause regardless of whether you like or not, This is what I shall always be, Alive, Spirited, Zesty...... Poem (c) S.S

To crawl is no longer my way of life, I have learnt to soar, Everyone dreams, Everyone falls, So what? It's nobody's fault! I am almost there, Where the stars reside, Where the chase gets over, As all the visions come alive No more bounds, No more chains, It's a flight, Flight of a free bird, Who just made the impossible, Possible........ (c) S.S

Sweetheart, You did call me beloved, And all the lovely epithets, But what batters my soul. Is the actuality,  That I was, Or perhaps still am, merely a filler of void, Nothing more, Absolutely nothing more.......... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

Beloved, Strum the strings of my heart, Just like I plunk the violin strings, Let me be afloat, Into a rapturous realm, And fathom the glorious euphoria, That your inflamed embrace would bring..... (c) S.S

Freed by the love, yet devout and tied, I am that lost dove, Befuddled on a solitary flight, But know, That upon your form and soul, I shall always be the downpour, Of love, Of faith, Of belief, And fervor's perpetually gleaming light...... Poem (c) S.S

I seek refuge, In the tranquil of your eyes, A journey I embarked upon, Towards the Sunset from the Sunrise, The empty morrow tells, Chapter of a persistent pain, And the heart quietly hopes, For that blessed rain...... Poem & Image (c) S.S

It is the quest of love, Haven of which, prevails in you, My chariot pulled by silver doves, leads me across the Pacific blue, Distance away I see the Castle of pearls, Wherein dwells unending adoration, A thought of you, my form shyly curls, Announcing fearlessly, my endless devotion........ Poem (c) S.S

Beneath the canopy of lustrous stars, Besides the snaking streams from afar, I saw the gleaming spirits ascend, My soul escapes and in them, it blends, What a striking reverie of the afterlife, farther from life's dissensions and strife, Such is the exquisiteness of the spiritual surge, Guiding me away from the material urge, Convinced to walk a million extramundane miles, I am at last adorned with an ethereal smile....... (c) S.S