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

What solace stems from the harrowed breaths, That the soul feels dismally obsessed with death? When shrieks the lifeless night aloud, As she looks hopelessly, at the barren cloud, The bones are frozen, the frame chiseled, To soothe the ache, rigor's embers drizzled, The form frosted and the heart charred to dust, And the ashes dispersed with a rushing gust........ (c) S.S

T's 'neath the weeping willow tree, My hushed dreams glide free, When every night my soul crawls, And glorious hopes take a fleeting fall, Unbound by fatuous worldly decrees, I find reprise 'neath the wailing willow tree........                   ~S.S~

It's amusing how the words converse, Like souls in a celestial traverse, I saw the words scattered today, When I stumbled upon the pebbles on my way, I heard the shriek of the sprinkled wonders, And felt they reflected my heart asunder, Picking the tiny vibrant rocks, I heard a faraway echoing mock, Gathered in a tiny earthen pot, The pebbles seem like poetic dots, Oh I hear them brim with delectation, Perhaps awaiting to be turned into altercation, My cherished, endeared, precious gems, I wonder what rhyme from you would stem........ (c)S.S

I stayed afloat, in the cosmic rondure, Shunning the science of gravity, I traversed faster than the light, Barreling beyond the human capacity, Traversing back in the drooping past, Assuming to reach that bygone hour, I cruised upon the blaze, in a feverish haste, To consume and swallow that hideous mar, I am thrown in that moment with a throbbing thud, Falling in the embrace of the winsome seer, Feelings reclaimed in a boisterous flood, And I stay in the elapsed hour, like a time traveller............ (c) S.S

Carving the hope, deep down my heart, Anticipating the futile faith for a start, I don the cape of lover's shroud, Until the wounded soul, shrieks louder than the loud, I watched the dancing feathers through the night, Saw my spirit burn until the twilight, What is left is the ashes of a believer, Cinders that shall stay with you forever, It is in these burnt embers, That you would see the saint in sinner, I shall teach the dust to fall in love, For I must take you along, upon fervor's doves, Today, Tomorrow, Someday, In this life, Or the afterlife........... (c) S.S

She gazed at the mirror,  And saw a sinner, Wondered the witch, Who's reflection was it? The clouds thundered, And a clamor rumbled, "It isn't my voice, It was never my choice" And a black smoke formed, As the mirror groaned, Turning into sand, She began to shrink, Only to find her, Imprisoned in the mirror.... (c) S.S

There was a beauteous river, That strutted and swirled lonely, As it ebbed with a strange quiver, An enchanter sought and drowned in her, with vows of affection forevermore, The river felt blessed, In his embrace she nestled, Moments and days passed, In her stillness one night, Nile shuddered in fright, Her own watchful maternal old bag, Picked the sands of where she streamed, Just like in the early ages of the river, The rotting dame worshiped the demons again, Her mind wasn't hers,  Something that Nile can't exclaim, The rivers would laugh, And would call her lame, Nile halted, Suddenly jolted, Never knowing what happened in the night, But least did she know, what she thought to be twilight, Was seven days past, Never has the Nile been so befuddled, Wizard was nowhere to be seen, She spent the nights embracing the rocks, Scared, baffled and fearfully huddled, Was it she who beheld some delict? Or was it the voice that possessed her? All seeme

Hush, Hush now, Says the dribbling soul, I hear his steps, a hastened stroll, Sought me again, Midst the twinge and pain, A raging river, Delirious with mad quiver, Trembling lips, This form in his grip, Fingers dance, In a magical trance, Upon the bare skin, and a possessed spin, senses rise, it's the soul's reprise, Eyes stay entwined, souls unwind, River and the sorcerer, in a fierce stir, Together in the stars, Interlaced yet far, Hush, Hush now, It's the blazing rhythm of senses, For love and magic are beyond the fences........ (c) S.S

Poetry loves the curse of the Wizard, For it is that beauteous spell,  That kept her bonded,  Silently and soulfully,  She always belonged to him,  And so it shall be   until eternity........  (c) S.S 

Gentle, be gentle oh cursing wind ,  I wish to live a little bit more, Fallen I am,  The walk has been long,  Through the burning dungeons of repentance,  The clock refused to halt   When I pleaded to stop this existence,  I have breathed the stink of my burnt soul,  And I have seen my carcass,  On the demon's pole,  I have worn the cape of a silent curse,  And have kept mum, through its endless course,  I wish to be loyal to the stars and the moon,  I wish to sway to the sorcerer's tune   Lend me a chance, oh dear wind, I shall reach him, before I breath my last .......  (c) S.S 

In the sea of her verse, Let your soul submerse, Wherein dwells the affection, Of a magical perfection, Take a dip or two, In morrow's first dew, For in it resides, Nile's sole pride, You shall find a blossom, In the depths of her blooming burgeon, A mere touch of your enchanted soul, The still river shall ceaselessly flow, Flow, With the stream you must, Be drenched, In a spellbinding cloudburst, And you shall be splendid,  Dear Wiz........ (c) S.S

It is through a sudden gust of enchantment, That the pen filled with expressions so extravagant, 'Neath the sky clad in grey clouds, The poetess danced in a foreseen bewilderment........                            ~S.S~

The night was dark and the Nile was cold, Her gaze diverted and she lost her hold, The righteous wizard felt the raging storm, Nile's meandered hour of forlorn, The wizard was shattered with a broken heart, As the Nile plunged with apostasy's dart, His tears were silent, his heart turned rigid, For Nile's love fell as demure and timid, Years passed, but Nile dreams, dreams every night, Of a magical twilight, She burns a peace of her soul, fragment by fragment, Until she touches the shores of wizard's resplendence, With an unforgivable blunder, Nile flows endlessly, With a heart that shrieks ceaselessly, But she found peace, in the wizard's words, And shall stream forever, as it is all her soul can afford.......... (c) S.S