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

 Upon the earth that blossoms, and through the sun that incessantly smiles, In the blithely flowing river streams, and in the clandestine magic, in the flourishing wild, I look into the fractured mirror, and I see a lost child, In the dusk, stepping inside the gates of the night, and in the stars that reign, the sullen skies, Through the radiance of the effulgent moon, and in the secrets, that the humming forests hide, I look into the ripples of the still water, and I see a lost child, But with every dawn, my wings emerge, blessed I am, with an ephemeral respite, And as I soar to the highest highs, the wings disappear, and I fall into a delusionary wide, Only to find,  the mirror, the still water, and the lost child.......