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

You are that immortal faith, which dwells in my mortal frame, Know that the gravestone, upon my afterlife's abode, shall be this very faith, enduring and eternal, till forevermore..... (c) S.S

I am walking upon the minefields, trying to trespass, an impossible terrain, Yet, continuing to tread, unstoppably, because the sight of the tranquil soil, faraway, and ever bearing clouds of rain, fill me with an inexplicable courage, keeping me afloat, e'en in these chains, But I detest, when I step on the mines, and they burst, sending the tremors, even where the peace rests....... (c) S.S

So much for continuance, so much for worldly pretensions, so much for endurance, and for snobbish affections, Yet, All turn into ashes, by the blaze, of a starry-eyed hope, however absurd it might seem...... (c) S.S

What name must I lend, to this reckless thirst, of submerging into the profundity, the depths of which, the earthly souls fear....... (c) S.S

A profound pondering, over the expanse, of all the persistent misery, disentangled, a long twisted perplexity, in a matter of middling moments, And a voice from nowhere echoed, "End that grumbling, cease to deplore, Oh wailing human, Seek not comfort, in those barren skies, Look intently, E'en the fallen angels cry........" (c) S.S

When your faith lays broken, and beliefs are shaken, everything, seem nothing more than barren, the blossoms, the birds, the winds, e'en the 'once' beloved of yours, All make it to the crowd of pointless, It is that absurd moment, when death seems like a blessing, and to persist, becomes the toughest torment, I've made it to these roads, Yet, Before I take that one last step, beyond the edge of these heights, I'll look back one last time, May be, there do exist after all, a pair of dedicated eyes....... (c) S.S

......and if at all there is, trader of life and desires, I would gladly give away my years, to live few hushed dreams...... (c) S.S \