Will you only to me surrender and throw away
All those damn heavy old and foolishly cherished emotional suitcases
And tattered old memory-filled diaries and calendars
To then try to standstill at my very core
My secretive hidden enclave
In the complicated beating maze at its very centre
And seductively demand so many more
Wild willing exhilarating soul-soothing adventures
Would you proudly embrace a new profound life
Overflowing with unique experiences and never resent her
Bestowed by our Goddess
Our old golden mother called Love
As she breathes into us an unusual rebirth
To always lift our sometimes tired and weary souls
As she tries to teach us
To always find the humility and grace
To always take a sip of her fine exotic priceless red wine
To cherish her ambience and all its emotional resources
As we both get drunk on some of her many souls defining courses
And then to buckle up to ride smiling and carefree into the upcoming wilderness
Sated and joyous upon one of her many wild emotional horses
You, the untamed unruly one who'll listen as my soul pleads to confess
And I your forever suitor
Ordained and anointed by those in the shadows
Who if asked or pressed would simply answer
Like fate
Both your destinies have already been pre-set
Copyright John Duffy
A dash of poetry as I relax, inspired by a rather engaging film, I watched late last night.
Are relationships preordained, or are they simply fleeting experiences and fluid exchanges between two tragic souls?
Salute.
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