Contentment Of Love

3/25/05.. look into my eyes of contentment, there folds of time revealing the future dreams of love, let winds of desolation subside, dark night wash into the ocean, vast horizon's meeting at the zenith of morning. Our Life's exude the pleasure of one another, but only for a moment, for then we are wisked away to the clouds of enchantment, feel my breath, it is the breath of hope spoken with a promise. Doubt not fill your mind, for you are mine, and for what is mine I cherish throughout all time. A sage spoke many words to me in a dream , telling of wisdom from long ago, her words resounded in my ear's for awhile, then I awoke knowing I already knew these things heard. Sand beneath our feet when our two hearts meet, the past dissolving with no aftertaste on the palate, for there remembrance's have been forgotten by the present. The plane of enlightenment streches beyond our understanding, to a place that is not known. Have you been there? If not you will. Music escapes me, only to find its way back again, dreams pervade me after the long night of darkness, returning to me as if they never had left. Do you realize what you do for me? I hope that you do, for articulating it would be cumbersome, and require many pages my love. The morning sun is already hot, or is it my heart that heats me so? I search for a refreshing drink of water, but realize my search will go as far as your bedroom where you lay. Show me your sad song of the night, so that I may replace it with a happy melody and a smile of the heart. The vultures of sadness hunt our souls you know. Let them never find us, for we will hide in the crag of time for awhile, until they die from this earth of self pity and heartache. A dark light exists in many people's eye's, let this light never enter our iris's, only let brightness exist there, beckoning others to try to find it as well. Pull the waters from my soul to sip upon, for the well is full, and constantly replenishing itself. If ever it should run dry, cry a tear too fill it again, for tears from your soul will always fill me. The light of this morning epiphinized my being into a state of calmness, the calmness oozing into my soul like the hands of dakylight streching across the land of morning. The dusk settles upon us from worlds away, this stardust reminiscing our minds of our formers, letting its particles enrich us, or dissolve. The good days comes at a price, that of which is never known, but only anticipated, this of course is known, but quickly forgotten by us all. Is this so bad though, or is it ever more reason to treasure these good days? I myself secretly yern for this ideal world, for I think I could appreciate good day's without the bad. Misinterpretations of reality still haunt me, they show there head from time to time, to remind me that my knowledge is incomplete, and my heart is yet still learning.