Is She … ?

Is she
a love refugee?
From behind a veil
upon a prevailing trail
that has led her to me
My very being
captivated
With me
will she be
… satiated?
Is she soul free?
Is she emancipated
from that old man
… of slavery?

As some men
are driven
striven upon the winds
of blind confusion
to take and to break
the fruits of creation
Leaving only
a tide high
of destruction
Upon the ocean
of love’s perfection
a lonesome wake
For heaven’s sake
take care … beware
Naked and exposed
That’s the risk
she should never take

As for me …
is she to be
my conscience
of compassion
My soul companion
clear through
to eternity?
Across the sea
of unbridled passion
with a love
you just can’t forsake
My lucky star of destiny
Is this predestination?
A burning fusion
you just can’t fake
This deal must be real
above and beyond
all the best of the rest
How much more
can a poor boy take?
Yet the very memory
of her first touch
that thrill to kill
it chills me still
Her private intensity
kept behind a lock
dissolving my key
Will she forever be
the unraveling of mystery
Seizing and freezing
my uncertainty
is she …
just too much for me?
Is she …
mine to take?
I’m too far gone
It’s way too late
Under the glare
of a falling star
Heaven can wait

Words & PhotoArt:
~ david redpath  © 2018

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I am currently a volunteer worker
for Bloggers Without Borders (BWB).
A free range anthropologist
by trade, absconding from,
after being seconded to,
the World Trade Federation (WTF).
I have transversed, in verse,
this cosmos. Monitoring the
background static, emanating
from the ‘Big Creation’.
Statement of Mission;
To submit, and submit again,
to the will of the Great Spirit.
And as light through a prism,
paint a picture, and pen a poem.

We’re all on a road to somewhere
David R. ~ highwaybloggery.com

MORALITY PARK

Is she
a love refugee?
From behind a veil
upon a prevailing trail
that has led her to me
My very being
captivated
With me
will she be
… satiated?
Is she soul free?
Is she emancipated
from that old man
… of slavery?

As some men
are driven
striven upon the winds
of blind confusion
to take and to break
the fruits of creation
Leaving only
a tide high
of destruction
Upon the ocean
of love’s perfection
a lonesome wake
For heaven’s sake
take care … beware
Naked and exposed
That’s the risk
she should never take

As for me …
is she to be
my conscience
of compassion
My soul companion
clear through
to eternity?
Across the sea
of unbridled passion
with a love
you just can’t forsake
My lucky star of destiny
is this predestination?
A burning fusion
you just can’t fake
This deal must be real

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