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

  Do not wake me, for the world in my pleasant dreams, is a welcomed solace from the sullen streams, When in the middle of the quietest nights, entombed fancies take that astral flight, and the restless soul at last floats free, Do not wake me........... S.S

Bearing the brunt, of Life's impetuous rains, You and I are bound, by the strings of pain....... S.S

I had a dream, that I am perishing, slipping away like sand, Blown away by the deliberate winds, To the unknown, yet familiar lands; In the scurrying force of that hasty gust, I passed through some raging rains, And sprawled upon a field, like vain dust, A place upon some uncharted terrains; But then a sight, fell upon me, drenched in a silent longing and pain, It was when those tears dropped upon me, I realized, I was where he dwells, in the placid mountains....... S.S  

As the supple snow,  falls upon my seeking soul, Delving in a pristine winter's trance,  Hold me firm, with your fierce gaze, for I hear a distant elated howl, Drawing me closer, for the mystic dance......  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