The Age of Innocence

The Age of Innocence The age of innocence now far behind The levels of love pass slowly by The elusive joyous one to find The drive diminishing to even try Then a voice within cries out This is not your time to despair This is what it is all about The love that teaches you to care I do not understand this voice I want, I need, I must receive! In this there is no choice I cannot accept this and believe I am different from the rest I have special needs to be fulfilled I must be the one caressed I must not give in or yield To any voice that would demand That I have not the love I desire To have not these flames fanned The flesh is what I strongly require The flesh that will be my addiction That comforts and elates The constant need without restriction To loyalty with mates I must have these loving creatures I cannot concern myself with lesser matters I am not concerned with features I am not concerned with a heart that shatters This went on, such a frenzied life Until the hearts that become the stone That sharpens the love that cuts like a knife Left me in pain, bleeding and all alone The love I was addicted to So fleeting and unfulfilling Was not doing what it should do And slowly I lost all feeling I now began to look around Suspended in time and space Listening to life without a sound With only myself to face Then, as I trembled, a light revealed The way to find love sublime The many wounds can now be healed As love flows outward time after time There is a source to be found The river of perfect love That cannot by flesh be bound The one that can only come from above This is not my time to despair This is what it is all about The love that teaches me to care And turn my life inside out I still want the touch of a gentle hand I desire the love but know That love given without demand Is the true direction of the flow Now I have love without reservation As the river washes away the fear As it passes through me, in observation I see the Age of Innocence very near.