"Love Is..."

- a many "**censored**" thing

"Love is..."

 

Love is... many things

to many people

and even everything

to some.

 

It's thoughts so often spoken

and hearts that come undone.

 

Love is...

 

the heat and flame remembered

in the ashes gray chill...

teasing laughter - ghosting rooms

that now are always ...still.

 

It's...

 

tarnished frames

  and shaking fingers,

fading eyes

  and clouded glass...

 

all the faces... empty windows

all their "nothings" staring back.

 

Love is learning - how each sunrise

becomes an empty sunset,

how we handle always wanting,

how our dreams are seldom spent.

 

It's the grayest tasting sunshine,

and cold, rain-filled summer days,

how the darkest moonlight's coming

leaves us stumbling through the haze.

 

Love is missing all the rainbows

behind drained empty eyes,

sitting lost in all the echoes

our walls just can't disguise..

 

and...

 

Love is reaching past the shadows

as you hold the pain inside

...til you find there are tomorrows

and not only just "...goodbyes...".

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

You have struck a perfect balance, in my view, between love poems being pure sap or pure venom - I tend to lean to the venomous dark side myself. And the lines about sunrise and sunset - beautiful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, Chris...how real this is..."each sunrise becomes an empty sunset"

had that happen enough...there has pain enough of that pain felt by loving...but i don't regret having love...it means i have lived and felt.

this is such a good poem. so real, so honest.

jacob

[Marri]

Chris, I just came back from jogging, by the river, with the wind, and all the birds around (and inside of me), and I thought I couldn't feel any lighter....but this here is so tenderly spilled over the depths it reaches that I will kiss the man I love tonight with love which your words made purer...

[Stella Armour]

for me the first stanza sets the pace in the feel of love being futile and empty; in equal amounts there are the good and bad images of love from laughter and rainbows to stumbling and pain.Finally at the conclusion a new beginning is found. Such wonderful penning, i am in awe...

[Chris]

Hello... thanks for pausing.

[Stella Armour]

a pleasure..

[Nestor Gonzalez]

this is a perfect example of how despite all of us using the same tools (in this case the english language) an individual can express something that speaks directly to the soul in a beautiful way that another individual might never fathom,so far this is the best poem i've read on here

[Chris]

you've only brushed the surface of WC... some really good-to-great authors here to be heard and appreciated. Welcome to WC

[Nestor Gonzalez]

very true,i'm loving this place already,i'm sure there are other fantastic authors i've encountered some already but i know what i like and this love it'll be very hard to top this :]

[Chris]

try to keep an open mind and taste all you can...so many different and wonder-full thoughts expressed here... young and old and all walks and faiths.

[Nestor Gonzalez]

never! an open mind is in danger of contamination! haha jk will do my good man.

[Chris]

a good sense of the ridiculous is a necessity for here AND throughout your life... and keep it well fed! - chuckling here

[Rita L. Sev]

Oh, the goodbyes - so much a part of real love. I appreciate that you recognize the ability we have to move on. Beautifully expressed.

[SyberRose]

Love can feel like a dagger in the heart or a butterfly in the stomach...Enjoyed your words Chris...SyberRose

[zainul]

Love rediscovered and bloomed as flowers of various colors and fragrance.

[Poetic Beauty]

This reminds me of someone who has taken care of someone who is ill and in the end the person they love with said illness departs from this earthly existence; leaving behind the rainbows of yesterday.

[Lady Etheria]

Impressive.