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

Bearing the edged shards of time, Enduring every piercing reminiscence, I count the heart beats of mine, Quietly awaiting the end's fragrance, Oh sweet thought of cessation, You taste immensely saccharine, Into the eclipsed blank spaces, Bidding adieu to my form, this soul so pristine, It's getting hazy.........                    ~S.S~

Encompassed by your soul's glare, Rests my mortal form's grave, Midst the dancing specter's fair, Your blaze awakened me with a flaming crave, The swaying silhouette's of demons, Camouflaged in the chimeric cloud, Incessant hum of the twilight's phantoms, Staring me veiled, beneath love's fiery shroud........  (c) S.S  

And into the tumultuous sea, Smashes a wave of quietude, The besotted soul, unstirring, A blossom creased, 'Neath the steps of multitude; The swells rise and imbibe the flower, Strenuously ferrying, to the dungeons afar, Loud is the shriek, of the beseeching soul, A sort of pleading, with a bereft howl; Shattered upon a rock, Barbarously being mocked, Deserted and forsaken, Awaiting the Karma's blow, Will it be cast away or taken? (c) S.S