Some Things
There are some things in my heart
That want to leap out now
To the point of view
That's uniquely you.
My soul wants to be claimed now.
Your flagpole clinging fast to my ardent earth...
Well done my friend, though you’ve forgotten us.
The victory we planned, the war cry we raised
Against convention, insurgents uprising against control,
Yet let us own this delicious bitter sweet irony
we are not stars but rats, the laboratory control pair
Validating expectations, against which
the results are matched.
We never met...
So how do we say goodbye?
It's that kind of love, it hangs in the air
Provides atmosphere, but no earth.
You're fulcrum of my emotional seesaw
And I'm your frank plane of motion...
It’s a beautiful balance,
Ideated love without relations.
I am in glorious blossom of a
Kind that can ripen, yet
Never come to fruition
Spread out its welcome foliage
Offer shade without withering
Till the roots dry, without sustenance.
Nectar of your elegant tangerine speech
Makes fruitful magic tinctures, elixirs of eternity
Momentous seed bearers of epic enigmas.
Thus I recede on destiny’s pre-set orbital path
In retrograde motion, relive archives of past loving
Losing nothing as nothing was achieved at perihelion.
A preordained proximity, potential unrealised.
This is my grand reality, thus la dolce vita dolphin
Dreams dissolve, dive into aphelion, into certain
Dissolution, into distant dusty rings, into icy
Saturnian fortitude after Jovian folly,
Sift I in silence
Ruins of my stone fortress, held together by
Spun silk and sawdust, impudent fireflies
powdered to white lies, sweet nothings unfleshed,
Of a once feisty dream.
This love takes place in flights of fantasy, freefalling
It bows to gravity in crashlanding.
The impact born of reckless flight plan
Charting the course of devil may care caring
Stripping myelin sheaths of protective casings
Of dreams pain and emotions. Raw, unbearable to
Casual touch. No sun can replace our central premise.
We were ordained to spin around each other forever
But heads or tails my love...
This toss?
It is verily my entire life, and not,
The way I land.
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© Amrita Valan 2014
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