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

It is, when I see the dry leaves fall, and trample 'neath my feet, I realize, Harrowing reminiscences, aren't forever after all.....                       ~S.S~

Hold me firm, with that distant gaze, As you espy my being, through delusionary haze, Solitary, in the mountains of furious hush, Battling the demons of seclusionary rush, The seas of placidity, smell of fate's wrath, My soul quietly betting on the tranquil's aftermath, I am afloat. like a petal caught in the bubble of hallucination, I wonder when shall end, this state of spectral illusion........                                  ~S.S~

The ways of the world have changed, humanity stands deranged, Amidst the ravenous wolves, Her soul dies first, But the body remains..............                ~S.S~

Let me weave a thread or two, with the fragrance of spring's magnificent hues, Embellished upon the cloak of passion, That I shall adorn, when I'll merge in you........                       ~S.S~

Her heart's an eternal autumn, And smile's an incessant spring, Wherein lies forgotten, Some enduring memoirs' strings Midst the perpetual chaos of life, Upon the branches of a continual strife, She reposes like a solitary nightingale, Who weeps within, yet mellifluously sings........                         ~S.S~

She wishes she had some iron veins, to deal with the eruptions, Of the dormant pain, That, where the time shouts, "Everything's right", But the deep down in the heart, She's still stuck in an invisible fight, She wishes she had an immeasurable well, In which her silenced voice shall prevail, and in it, her incessant hurt shall dwell, The water shall be her cloaked  sobs and tears, Those which were left unheard, By her very own's ears, She hopes she has, just as much time, For the tiny soul, her breaths call as 'mine', To cradle and bring up a good man in him, One who truly adores and respects, The woman he claims to love............ (c) S.S

I saw the words depart, they left my paralyzed heart, Hearing the moment's call, I embraced the incessant fall, The serpents of time, sprawled ahead, hissing, Helpless I am, as the Bridge of Inspiration, is missing.............                    ~S.S~