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

The nearing winds of time, shall crumble the penned rhymes, For those were the unreal dreams, which masked the verity's incessant screams, An awareness hangs upon her tranquil soul, that before the cloaked reveries, is truth's wall, Which stands firm and shall forever be so, And she resumes her fancy, of being lost in the snow, And so from the milestone of actuality to imaginations, the poetess takes one more stroll of contemplation, But such is the writers' glorious musings' art, They seek, then unearth and are back for a gleaming start.........                                  ~S.S~

She finds a calm, In the raining verses, preserving her spirit, From the mundane curses, In a world that sways, In an ocean of profanity, She dwells in a cocoon, Of canorous symphonies....           ~S.S~

It's been some time, since she saw the wandering words, Find their way to a wayward rhyme, Every now and then, she held her pen, she envied the letters dropping by, Coercing her further, in quietude's den, But then the soul found expressions, Even in the turbulent calm, Her verses discovered a path of succession, Picking up the pebbles of scattered phrases, She's a different being, With a satchel full of poetry's mazes........                       ~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~