Bitter sweet

Blissfully; bitterly sweet is the comfort found in the
ever awaiting arms of the future.
Reaching out as child dose with unwavering trust.
Breathing air that has no inclination of betrayal or comprimise.
Soothing the sting of past gone by.
Forever chained to the heart
intertwined like vines.
Lucid, hunting,unchanging,
still ligering outside of this embrace.

Faithless trembling begins to emerge.
How to learn to endure the obscured parade of hurt.
Just beneath the surfaces of a wast land of scars, lies the
spirit of a soul crying out to draw near to a
love that is true, unconstitutional and closer then ever..

Tearfully, eyes look towards the sun.
Still unsure of the discovery they have now begone.

Outer observations leave limits of not knowing
the jokers hand.
When love is unbarred from within; ,
It takes hold, manifest, take shape, comes to life
and begins to take flight.
Leaving the traveling seeker in a novel
state of mind.

What is held within their palm is the
freedom of love, acceptance an compaction.
Bitter sweet is the reflection of secrets unraveled.
No longer in need of a lovers hand outside of them-selfs.
For the greatest lovers hand they will ever hold is their own.
Looking back from the mirror, I see a new face, for it is the
face and the eyes of the person I will forever more remain true.