My Muse
There was always a deep longing within,
when my heart was young and alive.
There was a sweet restlessness
in the quiet times.
Nights spent of endless dreaming,
of passion unbound.
My heart,
faithfully pursuing her glory,
finding her;
surrendering to her song.
Our two joined souls,
converging, mystically,
as we danced, to the ancient hymns of Nature.
But those years of spring,
slowly dissipated,
swept under the weight of the world.
Today we insist on the temporal life,
devoid of truth, devoid of the spirit.
We are efficient, yet hopeless.
Driven by worldly demands,
we strive for treasures
to place upon a mantle of ashes.
I still awaken nights to listen for her song,
and I remember her promise.
Hope of that eternal spring,
restore this distant heart.
by John Seery
(Originally written 10/9/05, Copyright@Poetry.com)
Very nice John, you should write more poetry...
ReplyDeleteActually, the love poems for Valentine's day were written years ago. I wrote one in 1995 and one in 2005. Expect to see another one in 2015. I'm on the George Lucas timeline.
ReplyDeleteKathleen gets jealous that I wrote love poetry before we met, but I told her, writer's write because they're looking to an outside source of inspiration. They write about love because they don't have love. When you find the love of your life, like I did, why do you need to keep looking?
Most of my writing today is either very political, or sarcastic. I need to get back to that hopeless romantic of years gone by...when I wasn't jaded by the world.