Fear of love!
Emotions flowing deeper
than a rich underground stream,
Unknown, twitching in ream
and pounding softer than a shy drum.
Tamed and in a cage
enraged,
courting endless stretches
of smiling fertile eyes
from barren shores,
struggling to subside
in vain,
a medley of deceptive hearts.
Turbulent high tides
and mellow threads
endless encounters with
cautious hearts
shy and absent
uncertain how to swim
for the first time
while pondering a smooth sail
which may not lay ahead.
Strong currents
and deep waters
fear of how love
engulfs a heart
and leaves only
its exposed threads
as it drowns
in emotional disarray.
Fear of being one's self
stands in the doorsteps
of desire preventing it
from breathing freely
and prompting one's heart to
rebel against love.
A heart copes better
when its tides subside,
and when exposed,
a first try with passion
knee deep in shallow waters
spares it from treacherous currents.
They sailed away
with love and devotion
hope their only companion
through times of disappointment.
Even hearts slain from Cupid's arrow
have a desire to be fulfilled
when empty,
and search for emptiness
when fulfilled.
Our hearts,
lonely dwellings
when they linger
on false promises.
Love reminds us
of who we are together
and makes us forget
whom we were alone.
Many a strong heart
drowned in the sea of love,
for they conquered it
through a mute glass window.
How many souls frowned
and how much light
could a deprived heart
see through the reflection
of its own shadow?
How could plains be steep,
mountains level,
volcanoes asleep,
green pastures gravel,
and shallow waters deep?
A brave soul wanders away
for a glimpse of life,
a stage for its adventures
while sailing it ponders
and in clear skies it wonders
A blessed heart
finds love everywhere
when it sails,
never fearful
and always grateful
even when tearful
on a maiden voyage
The experience of love reminds us
of wounds now healed
and, as we forget
we search again,
Our heart beats
louder than a warrior’s drum,
warning fear to surrender
and passion to reveal
its soul openly to our heart.
Then, we fall in love.
I miss the days
I dreamed as a child
about eternal love
as if it existed
innocent, colorful and mild
The days
I met a stranger
and confided in her,
she listened for years
and never uttered a word
love and fear were her reasons,
and her thoughts were deep.
Her expression of love,
had unleashed her spirits
and she found refuge
in the wilderness
of heartless souls,
many times over
until she discovered herself.
I still wonder, everytime I open my doors
the breeze from the sea
of love takes me by surprise
as it softly
awakes my senses.
It reaches out with its hands
and points to me
the path to love and sorrow.
The same island I innocently
explored years ago,
and accidentally stumbled into
the stranger I now call Lover.
Experience in emotional
matters of life,
wisdom praises as
the price you paid
when you landed In the wrong island
through shattering edges of a broken glass window.
Blindness was the culprit.
You resolved to step on
your emotions,
and kept your mind absent.
You became the sixth sense
and believed the mirage
was your dream
while your heart
preferred to drift downstream into unknown destination
leaving your soul behind.
Where you needed not to worry
you felt sorry,
for you conquered
and never pondered.
The secret of loving
and the agony of missing
those you had learned to
love through a glass window
and those
you have never met,
for they remain untouched,
as strangers
and your mind will protect them,
forever.
Faint and comfortable
is the breeze
that shifts
from a stranger's heart
through the opposite side
of a glass window.
In love's doorstep,
you will no longer hesitate
nor fear
yourself along the way.
your lonesome heart's murmur
will softly, and gently,
invite you to emptiness.
Forever, you will wonder
if all you felt was selfish
when you saw others blemish
and you retreated out of fear.
Love is now frozen in time,
Hollow and scarse,
Sprinkled with salt till tomorrow.
As you get older,
there may not be
another mirage
to follow.
Said Leghlid, 1998.
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