Love

Larger than life, a will, governing the soul, With a dash of colour under the fallen rainbow, Enjoying the beauty of randomness through Kismet and peace, I peel my mundo intimo off the layers of memoirs of passion, And I tend myself with no care towards the perspective of the inner life. I hear it through the sound of a guitar, a gitano from Andalusia strings soothingly together, I hear the clandestine serpent of guilt howling rebellion Inside of my labyrinth, As if it were the home of the Minotaur, or a hellion. Beating drums of sorrow foretell of desires hanging on boughs, Before me, the solemn temple of will wrapped in its grandeur, And I am idle, and I cannot move, and I do not want it! It’s the silent whirlpool boiling time. Peace. Peace and quiet. The horizons with no boundaries. Clarity everywhere. In love –truth. In truth – fidelity. In life –direction. But there was a concern lest the love becomes real, What then? What to peel? How to peel? Shall I be born, again? Shall I be born? Let it play out, in time as the life marches on!