Cry of Loves

And so it begins, simply, so sweet in the breeze,
It floats freely, falling through the leaves,
None see the light within the love, its internal light flowing,
Out through the branches beyond the endless streams and river in garden gone.

Fragrance of sweet rose,
Under autumn leaves, floating down upon the two,
She looks to the eyes and sees naught but light within,
He looks into eyes and see naught but warmth from every inch.

Simple bow takes the two, through a dance,
Twirling grace, spinning through the leaves,
Changing color, into winters embrace,
They hold on to one another, never let go.

Lifted from the ground the fly, through the clouds,
Never let go, they hold oh so tight,
Through the winds thrown all ways they know,
The past comes close, colliding with the future.

The two may part, yet burning desire fades naught,
They can not be apart, it holds to them so dear,
They need this to sustain life,
No longer can they be apart.

He will stand to the fates of the two,
She will stop and wait, yet in her wait she will see,
He will not stand the tides alone,
She comes to him, to face the tides, hand in hand, together.

Yet the ocean pulls the apart, once again,
They swim through the crows, through the lives,
To cross the path,
To find their fate, together they seek, one another.

Forever a battle and none hath won,
Two will seek, but ill they may find,
But partake in the battle, to find that one,
That oh so special someone, to see that side, where the heart does lie, in wait

Memories of the Waves of Fate