Love in the Age of Absence

I wish to stand up, walk, stand in front of you and talk. Talk to tell you, to maybe even shout, but I am cursed with divine words of ancient tongue. I am cursed to forget the words I once had, my heart aches but mouth cannot tell.

I am asking the sea of my city, heave your waves and doub them on him, take him with the arms of you, let him breath in, hurt him nowhere; take deep in your nooks and show him, the forgotten ruins of love.

Once he is there, the ship will revive, broken woods will be fixed, the crew will resuscitate, they will cruise back to oceans of eternal life. Now that he is there, the missing piece of legend.

The soul in your old mortal body, looks behind those pair of eyes, the darkest shade of lust, unaware but restless of a possiblity of something perfidious. They are asking me, looking away, but curious, if i travel my eyes on them. Those guardians, will they ever let me in, if i give them all i have.

Now this nonsense, in the age of absence, what it is, who calls our name. Love, is the only force of life, that has rule over our hearts, that has a spell to change us, and to loose it all for the sake of it. Love needs nothing, is there, always and alone, by itself, on its own, like spot god forgot, leaks the essence of the creation. Once you taste, it rushes to your veins, darken and tighten them. Blur your vision, make colours blind, make sounds deaf.

Oh God, the creator of all. The creator of love. You dont give the pain without its cure, if my pain is so unbearable, does that mean, you will bless me with the love that i dream. Or is this illusion is there, only to kill,

once a soul now a hole, that cannot be filled in.