Robert Chirino 3rd Poet Prose Poetry

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Eyes of the ancients, wise and unchanging,

Silken strands fall and flow upon the warmth of the thriving lines of youth.
 
The warmth of life and love abounding an soaring with the four winds,

And the remembrance of old wounds healed but not forgotten,

For the heart hides all from the world, though one may still see within.

Emotions and memories untamed, burning passions and desires take flight beyond the heavens,

Though the soul remains unyielding, unwaning, caught in the trap of time and yet immortality.

A childs laughter breaks the darkness and the world awakens to the beating of a yearning heart,

And the future is laid before you without hinderance, caught up in the wild abandonment of your fear.

Earthly shackles are thus loosed from a loving hopeful spirit; that of which no man or God holds sway.

For your soul is that of the untamed, restless essence of shalott and aphrodite, endless as the burning depths of the sun,

Though this heart be tender, she is not scathed or tormented by the demons of her yesteryears; they are crushed beneath her silhouette,

To find love and hold on until death; unto the childs smile she remains steadfast; she is an ancient goddess of the world unknown,

You, who are without need of mortal man, that you may find your joy within the grasp of the time laid before you,

You, who were, are still, and will remain the rock, the lover, friend, mother, daughter, without ceasing and abounding in love as vast as the sea,

And shall be forever beneath the stars dwelling among humanity until the end of time.

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