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

The hovering shadows, Defining the strings of lies, dangling in erstwhile gallows, as with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes, The present shudders, midst the spirits that are slies, Her stricken soul unstoppably stutters, as with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes, A masquerade of concocted joys, Envelops her ever sulking skies, Curled in the edges and dropping lows, with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes..... S.S

Write to me in the pristine drops, That mark the monsoon's first rain, Drowning my being and lending a hope, of veiling from the bearers of prejudice and disdain.... S.S

The whipped up joy in your sullen eyes, utters all that you hide 'neath your dismal skies, And I wait like a rainstorm above your earth, Until the much sought monsoon of reprise arrives........ S.S

In my heart, there's a rainstorm of random reflections, Seizing the rare lull and calm, Leaving me stranded,  with this weary soul, And in my head,  There are some crashing waves Ferrying me to your shores, saving me from the fall, And I am left wondering, which one's the truth and which one's oblivion....... S.S

There's something spiritual about the howling of the wolves, Like a calling from the One, through a bewitching groove....... S.S

Invade my dreams, Like you're the visions that I see, Dangling in the astral skies, Beyond all that is earthly, And when the flimsy oblivion abandons, I'll fall back into the worldly seas, Awaiting another night, Defined, By a mystical reverie....... S.S