Revived
Revived
Aflutter, this heart,
all crusted with disappointment,
past like a stinging nettle,
bound to flesh and reminding ill,
yet still, I see you there and blood revives,
as if no wrong was ever touched with lies,
and I concede without reserve,
this heart still beats, observes.
Then to wistfully dream and fantasy fill,
a mind, even old as this does treasure beauty’s ilk,
and want in flesh to passion spill,
an afferent mind
in light of memories maligned,
and relive the power of love’s ache,
given a path to envelope, sate,
and know what hearts can know.
That flutter tells me I still live,
in flesh and bone and in some way give,
that a heart may glow as it did,
and experience the bliss that memory holds,
for age is limitless in love’s eyes,
and a heart hardened can be softened, arise,
to meet light and love on common ground,
and transform the stayed in steps profound.
Awaken you cursed bleak beat,
someone is knocking at the door, discreet.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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To “relive the power of love’s ache,” and to awaken and answer the door is all it takes to open to love again. How often do we miss that chance from fear of past love lost? Such a beautiful verse full of hope for the power of love. Very nicely penned, Tony.
Glad you appreciated the thoughts Phyllis. Very kind.
I’ve loved and lost, time has taken it’s toll upon my soul. I am thankful for the many beauties I’ve been granted to cross my path and me theirs. Oh the scent of a woman indeed, does capture me still, I walk by and admire the beauty of them, a token glance I’m given at times, an honor bestowed upon a man who was blessed with their graces through my many years. Opening to love again? I agree never too late if one wants that chase. I’m too relaxed in my ways now to serve for two forever more. Yet to sit, talk, caress, enjoy each others company for a spell, a fine delicacy we both approve. But always remembering to go back to ones own abode and not stay or linger for too long, for to sip the wine of intoxication we call love. Let the rose always stay blossomed, not letting the thorn prick us and cause love to blemish, for friendship must always prevail.
Oh so well said, and I am in complete agreement Vincent; as you say so eloquently, to not linger too long. Thank you my poetic friend.
You have said it beautifully Tony…to know what hearts can know…so very much in so many ways. Another great one.
Much appreciated Jackie, glad you enjoyed it. Cheers!