Seeking the Boundaries of Love's Depths and Her Hand

Poem One: Inspired by my reading of -Lady Labyrinth's---magnificent poem , "Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness" (1.) Poem One Seeking The Boundaries Of Love's Depths And Her Hand The air, its surging breath sings into the soul of a willing fan one that leaves baggage far behind, an emboldened adventurer Such that looks for rarity for the invisible truth a soft kiss within a whisper a song that invades heart, soul and mind Becomes a diviner, an escape artist, calm wading ebony seas of despair jealous of only Time envious of only beauty fearful of enormity of mortal blindness What curses may the shadows then utter the pains of life and a dark pit nay, such does not faze the hardy, the faithful, the true seeker Alas! So recites the ailing poet lost amidst memories long fled begging the stars to shine again the heavens to gift Love, deep love , sweet love and the divine tastes of her love Dare the Gods such deny risking vanity and hateful mortal wrath inked curses and paper cuts to hardened hearts not so, for the seeker - lives to seek to touch her lips to into bliss fairly fall And should such treasure be gained die as a humble servant to fate without regret. without of arrows malice, shot at invisible beasts under a dying moon and a wicked host Fanciful the imagination and poet's heart mixing of dreams and elusive elements self-aggrandizing, a warrior combating invisible foes stabbed by those eyeless ghosts crying into wounded nights and fading lights Aye, this and more- the seeker finds never the eternity of lost love the infinity of peace and joy the heart of her the touch of her the depths of love only she gifts And at last, the poet begs Aphrodite to this life extinguish for without love without warmth without her return the universes exists not… dying embers in finality embrace the cold yielding in sorrows to the darkness, to its empty cries… Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2021 Romanticism ( Inspiration found, a memory revisited, a truth accepted ) Poem number one-- my new blog (2.) Sight Of Gazing At Those Gleaming-Bright Newborn Rainbow Hues Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak! Sight of gazing at those gleaming-bright newborn rainbow hues Splendor and immense bounty of flowing skies, shining blues Man's vanity that invades to set us on darken paths Woes and sorrows, birthed by Fate's accursed wraths Man's science, ingenuity, greed and love affair with math. Humanity- earth's wonders its bounties of teeming throngs The Arts- beauty of poetry, literature and majestic songs Life, oft a cup gathered into warm welcoming hands Honor, duty, the task of taking hard defiant stands The unpredictability of Time's falling sands. Yet dare we forget that life demands truth and sincere love For the rose may prick if plucked without the needed gloves In youth, those honey-eyed dreams of hot romantic nights Lovely maiden gifting her jewels her sexual delights That which a brief moment may overcome world's darkest blights. Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak! Robert J. Lindley, 2-12-2021 Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts ) From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry" (3.) Dare We Wake To Wade In Life's Luscious New Streams As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams Shall we welcome with ardor of lover and friend With truth and hope forgive those that only pretend For what is life, if we but such grace dare refuse Man was given the honor to in life so choose. Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives. As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives. Can our dreams this dark raging world evil subside Conquer its demons, its wicked devilish pride Set a new course in which hope and love may flourish Seed romanticism that our spirits so nourish Bring on faith, that our crying souls should so cherish. Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives. As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives. As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams. Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams. Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2021 Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts ) From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"