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

She dances to the tunes, Of the rising moon, until it dies, in the lap of the twilight, only to be reborn, In another night's wailing croon........              ~S.S~

Pity it is, on our being human, we relish the expressions of complain, more than the confessions of love..........                      ~S.S~

Eerie it is, when she stares in the mirror, she sees a still river, a stream once vast and grand, In a rare quietude it stands, what placidity beholds her flow, in restraint too, she incessantly glows, Perhaps seeking to be one, In a spiritual abundance....             ~S.S~

Your Lyrics, are the drizzles, that fall, upon my skin, Unseen, and ethereal........       ~S.S~

Glance 'neath the temporal glory of the mundane, There resides the perpetual grandeur of the ethereal, wherein the lands lay drenched in an abiding rain, where promises are sincere and not immaterial.......                               ~S.S~

It lingers upon her soul, defining her minutest stroll, Hovering upon her like perpetual clouds, Her silhouette stays cloaked in words' shroud, She breathes at the mercy of its expressions, each word, inflames her devotion, Poetry prevails in her, as she prevails in Poetry........                 ~S.S~

....And I pity my pen, the hopeful yet empty pages, and empathize with my expressions, which lay stagnant, bereaved of the muse, And deprived of an inspiration........                 ~S.S~

Splendor of the true affection, and profundity of a deepening desolation, can never be embodied in mere words, These are the feelings best conceived, Through the eyes, Wherein, A million unsaid intonations, run deep........                      ~S.S~