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

Sliding into some immeasurable depths, Of eternity, She has drifted, slipping through an invisible wall, she had an irreversible fall, Into a truss of spiritual threads, curled like a silenced wave, watching in peace, as her subsistence sheds, She's a hushed cloud, with a soul that shrieks aloud, Falling, Until she caresses the balmy snow clad heights....... (c) S.S

My beloved, as I watch you lost in dreams, every night, my heart beholds the tranquil sight, In you, I see striking hues personified, A bit of the shades of light, that makes your soul gleam bright, A bit of a darker umbra, That defines our impassioned flights, I wonder, in the deepest depths of me, Of you, is my existence worthy? Am I the blossom , deserving of your love so forthright? And then I look at your silent semblance again, delighting at the perfection of being your dame, You came as glorious seven letters, In which the six of my name immersed, Lending me a relief for life, As I rejoice the truth,  You, lovingly guarding my name.................... (c) S.S

Every approaching night, Unfurls the glory, Of countless glitzing fireflies, what blaze composes this marvel? I wonder, Do I too contain this radiance? Do the ever barraging molecules within, carry the flames of other-worldliness? and I quietly immerse in the luminescence, Of the bewitching fireflies, Until I am awakened, by the first morrow rays, and I traverse back, through the stars and endless galaxies, where my form lay still, asleep,  yet awake........ (c) S.S

I know a curious butterfly, Through the day, she craves for the night, to fleetly arrive, awaiting to spread her vibrant wings, and be lost like a shadow, in the tenebrous sky,  I know a curious butterfly, Through the deepening haze of life, she thirsts for the third eye, to gently open, seeking to rise to uncharted heights, and be one with the One, Before the crimson twilight......... (c) S.S

She owns an unmatched grace, they say, A comely allure, wherein, exquisiteness sways, But, What they fathom not, are the elements, which beauteously compose refinement, Her endurance, Her solemnity, And a soul, resting 'neath a glassy surface........                         ~S.S~

What the heart perceives, and how the mind deceives, form a vast morsel of dilemma, for what the poor soul conceives, In a world made of fallacy, She sees men breathing duplicity, Oh what a shame to exist, and be a part of a gigantic mendacity, How devotedly she abhors all, what bliss she hails from her falls, everything and everyone that persists, Exasperated from her mind and soul's brawl, All who seek her are slave to perplexity, For they crave her form, not her integrity, what is the definition of your love? Her frame? Her silhouette? Her beauty? No, dear soul, it is not love, She pities the mourning doves, who rejoiced once upon your infatuation, They're just burnt raindrops from above, Man is nothing, just a bag of bones, who will continue to mistake, carnal itch for love........ (c) S.S

If ever there was, a love so fateful, A beginning so delightful, An end , so unpleasant and awful, It was then, of Orpheus and Eurydice, It is said that none could resist, the splendor of the divine notes, that cropped when his fingers danced, upon the Lyre's strings, Orpheus, the son of Apollo and Calliope, ruled the senses of everything, the trees, the winds, the kings and the beasts, all would be mesmerized, by his mellifluous tunes, The one for whom all elements bowed eternally, Fell for the grace of Eurydice, She who's justice broadens universally, She, who was a classical melange of beauty and allure, The two were tied in a marital bliss, But the winds whispered that something was amiss, As appeared Hymen, to bless the alliance, his predictions stunned all, it brought a deafening silence, "Oh Gods of love,  grant mercy from above, this marriage that wears, a cape of exquisiteness, is destined to bear, the blows of frightful cons...

She lives in the sky, in the caves and the forests, she breathes the vivid mountain air, and as the misty twilight rises, Iele sways in a splendid Helenic flair, bathing in the frosty waters, of the pristine mountain springs, she woos a distant wizard, when she flutters her nymph wings, Far way from across the seas, He gazes her form, soaked in the winter's breeze, she whirls and she swirls, her unclad silhouette, her docility sheathed, 'neath her long tangled hair, You shall see her frame, against the dimming sky, as she coyly hides in the mist, from his poignant prying eyes He swings his wand, and utters the magical words, and through the dense haze, Iele saw him appear, The stars came falling, and the winds stood still, the Naiads began singing, In love's engaging thrill, Iele and the wizard, were clutched, In the clenching grip of passion, their fingers entwined, and the forms recoiled, they made love, from the twilight, until...

The whispers echo in my head, Like the morsels of the river called disposition, pulling me down to the riverbed, I repose there, in a magnific trance, body asleep, but an awakened soul, Like in a mythical Terpsichorian dance, The swells build into glorious crests, I give in to its boundless solstice, 'neath its robust chill, I sweetly rest, Jaded I feel, with the night's feverish crusade, My soul still seems lovingly stuck, I stroll astray, i n a deepening daze........ (c) S.S

.....and in a divine celestial muster, I see the stars cluster, where hums a falling meteor, smattering the stars' luster, Somber by the snatched glory, the stars pen their story, weaving the fragments and snippets, the stars turn into a poet, what grandeur lies in the lost fame, it is but a mere destiny's game, Wherein the moments of misery and forlorn, beauteously become words that mourn.......... (c) S.S            

.......and what could be more enrapturing, than to be able to revive your soul, with mine, which has breathed in conjuring, through a ceaseless worldly stroll, You held my hand and I embraced yours, together we must defend the storms, I see far away, the Eden's doors, Our forever respite from the moments of forlorn..........                           ~S.S~

Agnes :  Do you love me? Akakios : I am existing in this world, wherein my mortal frame, with the material bounds lay curled, While my soul breathes your name, Should I love you? Agnes :  Time and again, the affections from within, Have endured the substantial rains, But the soulful always wins, I stand on the other side of the bounds, I shall smile at you, endlessly, until you cross this unseen battleground, until I embrace you, on the same terrains, devoutly....... (c) S.S

There's a certain inferred grace, when for him, this soul prays, A gratifying alignment of words, like delightfully bustling hummingbirds, You are revered,  You're cherished, In my heart, you're idolized, My silent prayers, shall be yours evermore........                ~S.S~

Long ago,  In the lost Homerian eras, Wherein the Love was cardinal, Togetherness saw, what it is to be dismal, The beauteous Alcyone, Daughter of Aelos, the God of the wind, fell in love, Devotedly bound to Ceyx, Son of Eosphorus, the morning star, with whom, Her destiny lay beauteously twinned, Bonded in the sacred vows, Alcyone and Ceyx,  were like two inseparable impassioned doves, But least did they know, that a sacreligious address, would stream their fate, Into an ocean of sorrows, It echoes in the Hellenic winds, that the two dedicated lovers, often called themselves, as Zeus and Hera, Had they known their impending misfortune, Had they fathomed the committed blasphemy, Their constellations wouldn't have been ruined, by the Greek God's agony, Angered by the heresy and desecration, Zeus pledged to bring remorse, and so the lovers' fate, took on a cataclysmic course, "The waves would be fierce, baleful shall be the swell...

He: What makes you so lovely,         How do you exclaim your affection,         intense, yet you express it subtly! She:  Beloved, it is your being,            personifying a magical mirror,          Every time you seek an answer,          I step inside the gaper,          And see the unsaid words,          flow like a raging river. He: What if I disappear one day?         would your heart still contain,         this ceaseless romantic say? She: This affection of mine, for you,          is no slave to our physicality,          It is what emerges from the soul,          Making my dedication,          defined by love's spirituality,       ...

Veiled in the black cape of affection, Flows the vast Nile, Streaming towards the cluster of Islands, Where rules her majestic monarch, Famished for the celestial warmth, Perishing every moment, In an undying anticipation............. (c) S.S

Let's be the shooting stars tonight, You and I, As we fly past the galaxies, igniting the fire of zeal, in all the heavenly bodies, When each celestial gem would explode, Scattering to embellish our empyral abode, In which will dwell our hallowed oneness, and where we wouldn't need to make a wish, 'Cause You and I, would be the whim, encompassed together, in the ethereal shroud of yen.......... (c) S.S

What is the worth to be, if not for the one I adore, for I am a mariner and He's the sea, The sea I wish to explore, Colossal than the vastest blue, and boisterous than the rowdy tides, In him an abyssal magic brews, In him my soul, craves to hide, So I am here, as I endure this perpetual anticipation, Trusting my recurring premonition....... (c) S.S

I saw the lily wither, as the darkness hollowed the night, I felt its soul slither, awaiting its squire's sight A certain unseen silence, screamed in the eerie stillness, Like an impending storm's quiescence, it felt swollen in dead sullenness, As the twilight made its call, The blossom faded a little more, it waned strolling towards its fall, 'neath the weight of heart so sore, anticipating his much sought arrival, For the blossom's affection's revival......... (c) S.S

A fire that soothes, and a mist that burns, She's the verses which breathe, and makes the sorrows spurn, Rising from the stinging yet calming haze, she snakes her way to the Eastern terrain, wearing the cape of fervor's glaze, She's a cloud filled with zealous rain, There stands he, from her forever dreams, A bewitching magician, in whom perches, her destiny's beam, and sojourns her passion's rendition, He is the squire to her ardor's flame, who alone must ferry her raptures, Her rage is for him to tame, and her soul is his to capture....... (c) S.S

Wizzy Tizzy was running in a jiffy, On his big day, He was smiling and grinning, But why was Wizzy Tizzy, In such a flashing hurry? Ah there I see, Wizzy's house was bedizened, with balloons and confetti, A three layer cake, Of caramel and cheese, was put up on the table, and scurrying Wizzy thought, He is late for cake cutting! Bang opened the door, and there stood Wizzy Tizzy, Dashing and darting, He was there in a flurry, Wizzy cut the cake, and a wish he made, So all cheered and laughed, The aura was so merry, But I still wonder, My snooping thoughts' thunder, What could be the wish, that the Wizzy Tizzy made! (c) S.S

My falling for you, my beloved, Is everlasting, Like the perpetual existence of the elements, which beauteously compose the universe, Be it in my prevailing subsistence, Or after I depart, My soul shall be enamored by yours, Even beyond the lines of permanence......... (c) S.S

A pellucid pen and few classic expressions, I write, Since the words carry a certain unsaid calm, that guide my soul to tranquil diversions, I might be embellished, but my soul is true, It is untouched by the worldly, And is transparent like a winter's dew, Somewhere in various uncharted terrains, A girl might read my words, which carries the humble confessions of love, That she might like to utter to her beloved Or a shy man might gift these phrases, To his lady, whom he hasn't evinced his dedication, May be somewhere someone cries, reminiscing the past memoirs, Of having lost a loved one, Or abandoned and left alone, I wish my words bring solace, to the scattered stricken hearts elsewhere, I am a poetess, I pen for myself, and for everyone with whom, my expressions resonate, But know a simple truth, I am a loving wife, and a caring mother too, A daughter, a sister, And daughter-in-law too, Wishing to play these roles, Wholeheartedly, I...

.....In that delicate obscurity of the night's lull, See the first gleaming beam, That leads to the path where wonders unfurl, When a tiny firefly buzzes to awaken you, Like a singing fairy wearing flames, Guiding your stroll to something beyond true, Feel the cold dew drops upon your cheeks, Carrying the pristine crescent's sheen, As in bewildering tranquil, the moonlight becomes me........ (c) S.S

An echelon of emotions, Knocking at my heart's door, Tears and laughter in commotion, My soul couldn't have asked for more, You came seeking me again, As I posed paralyzed in storm, and we watched the fervor's rain, Sweep away the moments of forlorn, I'm here, anticipating, seeking, desiring, Your embrace, No more fear, in pronouncing, calling, echoing, You, as my eternal grace........... (c) S.S

The stars drizzled last night, Moments before the approaching twilight, And I saw a magnific aura, sheathe me with a divine euphoria, That traverse in the amaranthine galaxies, felt like a dip in sparkling sapphires and rubies, And then came a distant soothing whisper, like the sound of a far impending river, My hand lifted and was held by someone's, But my eyes could see none, Only when my soul was caressed by the chants, I discerned that it was my rumination's grant, It was you, my beloved seer, In the night's mist, I felt you near, Farther from all that is temporal and worldly, Deep into the spiritual and otherworldly..................... (c) S.S

The vibe of a piercing emptiness, is the shard of darkness in disguise, Her hymns be your tranced harness, Tangle the chasm and you shall rise, She discerns your every delicate contemplation, It is like a grapple, Like a perpetual seize of your disposition, You shall find calm, only in her soul's chapel, Wherein a certain tranquil dwells, Midst her unfleshly spiritual swells........ (c) S.S

In that bizarre, yet much sought stillness, Of the night's quiescence, I hold the string of the rosary beads, Wherein the string is my soul, and the beads are my chants, Every breath and every pristine incantation, weave itself one after the other, In an intangible strand, And I rise, To the unimaginable heights, Up there in the celestial skies, Where the path uncovers, A snaking trail of meteors, Blazing to light my way, I see my visions gaining truth, As I see your swaying aura, Like a white smoke,  Pure and plenary, and I dive deep into the whiteness, Towering towards the unseen galaxies, Adrift in your stateliness, I am glorified, my Seer, Like a hymn, Penned by your soul's infinite purity, And woven, Into the rosary string of our elysian love......... (c) S.S

........And when it is the end of my being, I shall weave my affection,  In eternal love's tenacious string, Every morrow when you'll rise, You shall find a tulip outside your door, That would be me, in blossom'd disguise, 'Cause my reverence, dear seer, would find its way to you, And in winds, my hum you would hear............ (c) S.S

Upon each star, that embellishes the night's gloomy sky, I write my unremitting hymn, Wherein dwell the pieces of my affection, Hushed, yet absolute, Come hither, Endeavor, to put the fragments together, and you shall find your name, engraved beauteously, Like a soul sculptured in a form, written into an alluring rhyme, Merged till the end of time........ (c) S.S

There's a cave, dark and tenebrous, which discreetly breathes, In the Harbour of Latsi, Eyeing eternally, the Akamas' cape, Planted in the bosom of the exuberant greens, 'neath the shade of a senile fig tree, The divine waters silently stream free, Every night, as the Moon rises high, The stones are blessed, With sensuous steps of Aphrodite, Delicately she walks, Leaving even the barren rocks swoon, As she unveils her form, To the luminescent moon, The water burns, with her every splash, turning into a glistening gold, The Cyprus sleeps the night away, while in the majestic hidden grotto, A resplendent story unfolds, As she reposed in the magnific lagoon, A hunter was sauntering in the wild thickets, Parched and exasperated, Seeking the fulfilling springs, At a distant spread of the lavish woods, He saw a blazing brilliant allure, Was it an illusion or a deception of the stars? To find the meaning, He strolled 'wards the treasure trove, ...

Born from the cinders of the plenary dust, I traversed the immodest and obscure world, The lucid ashes, will be whisked by the divine gust, And a celestial sphere shall be unfurled, Wherein reside dazzling resplendent dreams, And chastity flows in a lustrous stream, I shall meet you there, my dearest, Midst the blooming wildflowers, You shall find me sheathed, in the mist of fervor's gleam..... (c) S.S