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.

[Aidz]

As soft as always dear Neva... :)

[JRB]

Yes, I can be defeated
by love so sweet.
It has a character of its own.
ENJOYED THE LINE

Nicely put keep up the writes

[R J Askew]

I love the absolute otherness of this and of much of your writing. The poem transports us beyond our walking around reality to a place and state where it charms us into focusing on eternal issues at the heart and soul of all our lives. Your poem poses some searching questions which we need time to dwell on, but we should find the time to dwell on them because they go to the core of our being. I can't help thinking that love is ruthless in its ways. It is absolutely sure what it wants from us. If we show signs of obliging it stays and encourages us further. If we shy away it's gone, without even giving us the slightest sign. We only know it's gone the void we suddenly find ourselves in when it's ... MY favourite line is, 'Yes, I can be defeated by love so sweet,' because that is an admission that you are human. Imagine if we cld never be defeated by it, if we got the better of it all the time, and it was us sticking our thumbs up to love with a smirk of triumph on our loveless chops. A lovely job girl.