Long Graceful Tendrils

 

Long graceful tendrils lance out from my mind, reaching, feeling, grasping frantically at the light, nimble thoughts that elude me, subtly, fitfully, fearfully running from my every effort to trap them in one lucid, coherent whole. My head is filled with pinfeathers, loose and unfulfilling.

There was a time in my life (or was it another?) when it was all so clear. I could see your soul arrayed before me and I could read you as a road map and yet I never foresaw where it would lead us. We rode hard into the darkness as it rushed to meet us. Night overtakes us every one, slowly, methodically, inexorably. Few fools charge blindly into it's merciless clutches and yet we have. We have mired ourselves in the darkest pits of our hearts for all of the right reasons and yet we find ourselves lost, foundering on the shoals of desire and unable you extricate ourselves from the labyrinth that we have erected about us.

Love is the cruelest of hoaxes. Strength and passion are synonymous and intertwine as lovers and drive us beyond the limits of our ability to cope, beyond reason. Soulless lust begets pain, and yet the gentleness of loving, caring, passion explodes from our hearts and tear us asunder just as surely. Surely there is no beast as savage nor evil more vile.

Love is the beast clothed as an angel. She knows us better that the most intimate of lovers and surely better than we could ever hope to know ourselves. Then, with an economy of brief, deft cuts we are parted from all that we hold dear. This is the true irony, that the coup de gras could only come from within the armor. The dragon is slain not from without, but within.

...and yet the in the wrenching agony we grow stronger, we become more that we were and then, only then do we begin to grasp the true depth of the meaning of love. Love encourages each of us to reach for unattainable perfection that we may, someday, be blessed with more that we are. There is power in the union of spirits. We do not then become invulnerable, nay, to the contrary this is a new chink in our armor a new doorway to the soul through which we may be assailed, but in egress there is freedom, power, love, passion, and the strength inherent in new found self worth.

Life is a fitful series of growing experiences each stretches us more than the last. Let us rejoice in the pain. Yes, it is all worthwhile.

...or is it?

 

 

 

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