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

When I see you, through the eyes of the winds, I see a thriving warrior, a fierce and unyielding soldier, fighting the endless battles, against occurrences and Time, Mostly emerging a conqueror, but occasionally, entangled 'tween heart and mind.... (c) S.S

Trapped behind, the timeworn doors, is a horde of mumbling souls, balancing upon the fossil floors, they watch us, through obscure surfaces, and the veiled walls, as they laugh and mock, in screechy voices, on our tottering minds, and misled choices..... (c) S.S

Cicero :         "You must not seek me, For I am beyond curable, My limbs lost, my soul bruised, I cannot be your lover" Gaia :         "In a life that is crammed, with deathless battles, We are all disfigured, some within, carrying mutilated souls, some on the outside, with irretrievable flaws, Oh Cicero, what love do you speak of? e'en midst that chaotic existence, I adore your truthful presence, Must you know, when winds fall in love, the worldly appearance, becomes extraneous, and to whatever extent, To you the actuality may seem dismal, my love for you is abiding and immortal...." (c) S.S

Rising from the wild thickets, The fireflies gather like glistening trinkets, Dancing and whirling, rejoicing and carousing, I see all my abhorrence dousing, Midst the wavy dense grasses, Gentle sound of footsteps passes, I search and I chase, But he vanished, in the winter's haze, Mind fails to resume the Nature's appreciation, As the soul is occupied in intruder's inquisition, Are you the light, above and beneath? Or the fog, in frost's sheathe?                            ~S.S~

And beyond the edge of this persistence, far, farther than your mind can comprehend, is an entirely divergent orb, where plays euphonious chords, never heard before, a song, never sung, visions, never envisioned, roads, untraversed, upon those uncharted terrains, soaked in those never drizzled rains, are few cluttered rhymes, some unpenned verses, That sphere, which is beyond your realization, is my supreme destination..... (c) S.S

Ask me how your semblance reflects, against the rays of the morning Sun, It is the colour of honey, for my eyes, a hymn that my soul silently hums...... (c) S.S

Words bear certain glory, woven in eloquent strings, they speak of unspoken stories, Words carry a teeming endurance, sometimes pen wrath, at times love, they scream of prolonged forbearance, Words are bountiful, like an ocean, some rip them apart, some squander, as they drown deep in their own notions, Words make some of us whole, who knows, on the other hemisphere, sits a joyous, or a stricken soul? Words form the sole world of truth, carefree from unjustified defenses, where emotions flow as buoyant deluge, And so, I breathe words, air can wait........ (c) S.S