To think, to imagine, to dream of oneself within oneself out of time and space,
Are we created merely to follow or is there more?
An age old question –yes?
Is there a higher purpose or are we just waiting for the end of our..........time.
What a tragedy!
If we are here to love, and I’m speaking more than in the simple architecture of civilization but to truly love, passion beyond understanding.
Love for the beauty of all things is not in our nature but is dependent on whether you look at things from a selfish perspective or through the eyes of wonder, for then even death can be beautiful.
The sun in itself, a destructive force, consumes itself just to be. Can that not be said of us? We move forward and grow, but we also use up what we are as we move slowly to death. So therefore to be afraid of death is also to be afraid of life.
What would you do if I said I loved you? If I were to wrap my arms around you and whisper a love fulfilled that only your ears could understand?
Would all time and material things melt away so that only that moment mattered?
Would you say you love me too?
Does my heart exist only for you?
Or rejected would it cleans itself, as the ocean washes away imprints left in the sand leaving us to wonder if it ever existed?
To be real then, it must be shared, for in that time, the image will last an eternity,
The ocean knows not of the image it erased as does love that is never truly understood.
A story then, something out of time and yet eternal like the words of love,
Just for you.
