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

 In the bizarre silence, of the winter's mist, An unspoken felicity dwells whilst when it rains, and the sulking shatters, An unearthly air, fills the spaces amidst the chaos of the cold and the certainties tattered, And alone a cloud of illusion subsists, stripping the soul bare and cluttered, Until it is one, with that quiet winter's mist........ S.S

Betwixt the splendor or insignificance, of the bygone suns and moons, And promises or assumptions, Of the numbered tomorrows, We are saddled, Like a brick cemented firmly, between many paltry bricks..... (c) S.S

Midst an inescapable sadness, of the impending Autumn, And the ceremonious cheer, of the imminent Spring, Let the untold stories, remain so, For by emptying my heart, of all the fables unpenned, I wish not to, let go off the pleasures, of the m y s t e r y........ (c) S.S

She walks the lonesome nights, when nothing, but hushed shadows are in sight, Her heart, a satchel of sighs and delusions, Some tucked away world of fanciful illusions, For midst the worldly definitions of love, Words seem the only way to rise above all that impedes, certain undefined emotions, and finds its way into random poetic commotions.......... (c) S.S

And in a world that has lost its splendor, you are a bag full of sparkles from afar, Filling me with the brightest expressions, and I fill the empty pages, With my endless confessions, O f L  O  V  E........... S.S

Loving you, is like being the colors that merge, with the spring hues........ S.S

I can fathom the depth of your loneliness, and that obscure profoundness, Drown if you must, But not in that forsaken lowness, Rather be submerged, in the cryptic deepness, of some hushed urges............ S.S