Love On the Breath of Impossibility

Could I be defeated by love so sweet
moving in echoes
across an immense hidden wheel of fate,
spinning memories?
Would the eyes of birds then bid farewell
to contentment
by removing the shroud of flight
finely covering me?

If I sang, a song scarcely heard
on the breath of impossibility,
could someone chime in with a glance of time
returning me to dust?
Or would it never shed into the places
where they set out in ships full of water
from the Fountain of Lust?

I once said the touch of a journey at first value
is held within the heart as a home
where faith has a character of its own.
However, I was not prepared
for the power or vitality of a dream
surviving over the longest time
ever known.

Rising away there in the fields,
I wonder why love leaves
on the air of pain
with its thumbs held out
to the Light of Never.
Can a poet such as I
lengthen what is kept
inside the day when Love’s Court
is held lingering within forever?

A blizzard of vacancy is coming down,
filling my heart,
a heart once made of stone.
Yes, I can be defeated
by love so sweet.
It has a character of its own.
I bid farewell to this shroud of flight
and to this impossible
breath of song.

Author's Note

*Artist alnour on DeviantArt

Reviews

[Dayran]

A poem that flies on the wings of inquiry and yet creates an affirmation stronger than a recitation of Homer. A person who is entwined in a sense of 'I' that may well feel like all. We sometimes take a trip to great heights to see what more we may accomplish here on earth. A poem with a height of wuthering proportions.

[Gilad Levanon]

I love the style of this poem, so cryptically written, yet smoothly delivering the emotion that motivated the words.

[Draven]

A very mesmirizing poem indeed.

[unknown]

And i love how love is never impossible....great poem :)

[Zachary_James]

Stunning write, loved it

[Raven Starhawk]

For the better part this enchants and entices the senses. I believe it has some true potential. I am really at a loss for words thought. Just amazing writing.

[Michael X]

Your heart sings the words, as poetic art across the page, really nicely done
Neva, as pure as flowing light!

[emmajoy]

There's something in the air, a longing to hold what's utterly fragile but utterly precious. You write as if you've felt the core of absolute love, Neva .. this poem's beautiful, touching .. just as that love should be.

'If I sang, a song scarcely heard
on the breath of impossibility,
could someone chime in with a glance of time
returning me to dust? '

Somehow I feel, I know, the answer must be 'yes'.

[.]

sigh..such sweet words caresssing the mind..you transport the spirit to a place of wonder..

[Aella.lives]

I found this really passionate and moving, as all your poems are. I love this.