Tapestry of Belonging
The forlorn wasteland of deprivation traversed
by my indigent life that tried long so very hard
to smoothen the angularities of the obtuse mind.
Swirling in egregious whirlpool of indignation,
sucked into the abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for me a path of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart,
not yet frosted in the bare winter of desolation.
The spring of desire came with hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the flying time.
In my sky you flittered like an beguiled butterfly,
its fluttering cadence created a silent symphony,
synchronized with the rhythm of my revived heart,
where emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled endlessly between two of us to entice me,
and to consecrate the divine institution called love,
make it diaphanous weaving the delicate tapestry
with motif of belonging for us to unfurl in eternity.
August 28, 2019
Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 14
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