David
Loving you was like grazing through a field
of the brightest flowers
Smiling relentlessly
Kissing fervently
Dancing shamelessly
On Holy Ground.
I had offered the Heavens
But you chose to keep my Light hidden
Till our petals caved in
The Earthquake dismantled every thing
And I stood alone on the Plains of Sharon wondering:
Would roses bloom again?
Beshert
If we are not to be, will you spend forever trying to recreate?
If I search but never find
Fall but never rise
Would we still call ours' "lovers' fate?"
If I leave my doors open
Set a table in your presence and satisfy
Even then
Would you remain steadfast by my side?
Or will I, as Sisyphus,
Spend eternities brushing off the ashes
From loving you?
Retrace my lips
Erase your touch
Longing for a destiny that was
Like pushing an impenetrable weight up the tallest mountain
Only to tumble down at sunset
And surrender to a Passion
That leaves the heart barren
On the Plains of dead roses.