When illusion chains unshackle,
I see that love is all about possessing ruling
Killing, acquiring and cheating
Where homes are ripped apart,
Hearts torn asunder
And universally common dreams
Broken in a million pieces.
And this is not ordered by natural law,
It is all of a man-made drama.
Silent and solemn,
While bubbles swirled around her,
Love came to her,
Not as a wall wave crashing
But as a spring of sweet waters
Overflowing with blessings
Every cell of her immaculate heart,
Fulfilling her unspoken desires
She saw his silhouette
In the waxing and waning moon,
The Victoria Falls, the Taj,
The pyramids, the Himalayas
The Arctic icebergs and the Vivikfjord Mountains
The elation of accomplishment and achievement.
She smiled the enigmatic Mona Lisa smile
And his beautiful words
Played charade in her tender ears
While his touches transmitted love
To her shivering heart,
So untouched, so unblemished.
She looked at the gnarled oaks
In a sea of silence
While the rippling breeze
Carried his body scent
Kindling her soul in constant jubilation
And fondling her emaciated body.
Her love for him
Is neither from seriousness nor frivolity,
Neither the soft touches nor the hot kisses,
It is not even the sexual pleasures
Close to the nothingness of Nirvana
It is simply mysterious love
Where they radiate together,
Their voices echoing gently
In the labyrinthine passages of time,
Their vagrant thoughts
Teasing and kissing each other
With a flow of dynamism
As they reach the pinnacle of their life.
Fjord -- Ieva Baklane