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Infinity Inverted

Few hearts to mortals given 
who seek and breathe design
who will not settle for less than what
gives full surrender to heart and mind

My mind was ever moving
in regions dark to thee
with depth that groaned to be inspired
through a force outside of me

You were day with evening blending
a mystery laden neath a wall
who begged my spirit forth to bending
that first not yours would fall

I ran upon your walls
with the hoof and seal of Rome
Then sank my heart from a summer sky
Thy defenses too strong and high

Though I knew you and I were one of a kind
fit by design, body soul and mind
You would not let me be your light
as when sun calls moon to sky

I too feared to beg of heaven
for more than lonely loved 
Then lost my soul a bread unleavened 
trading fire for fantasy indulged

The cautious ones would shake their heads
and say perfection cannot be
This Dream I have is but a dream
unknown to life's reality

But thou perhaps, dost also dream
I know you think the same as I
That those will never know the best 
who have no faith nor dared to try

Infinity was not nearly enough
Infinity inverted to me was love
Timeless for all direction
companion beyond all typical affection

And I from mortal cloth had cut
to know what lies beneath your walls
shown to me and for the what
the sin for which all angels fall

To guard thyself 
Though in darkness be
Vulnerability shall mean salvation for thee
Today sweet light has shinned for me

Though Rome was not built in a day
Still, it's glorious beauty waved
Servian gates fell open both ways
and all its defenses fell by the way

Just breathe!
Be filled with this morsel of belief...
There just may be life after death
an inspiration beyond myself

Gods of the tears be stilled and sleep
for this portion granted me
So long lay prostrate face to ground
now stand on feeble knees
For you have bestowed thy greatest gift
your immortal power to believe

Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2015

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Poet Tacito Date: 5/29/2015 10:30:00 AM I sense a visceral sadness here, yet that need for peace & understanding still yearns in the distance. Maybe I have this all wrong? lol Either way, that last stanza hit very strongly...I hope things are great with you! :D Login to Reply Sarai Virden Date: 6/7/2015 5:29:00 AM Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers, though o'er fraught heart and say not it did not break. - William Shakespeare Even hundredfold my friend... Grief is divisible when love holds you as a sheathe. Sadness perhaps in recollection of the journey, But that last stanza is a farewell to barren Winter branches and the comfort and beauty of a long awaited Spring.