by John Krohn PhD

Created on: September 09, 2008   Last Updated: September 28, 2008

When Love it does prevail

There is a love that two can share that is a rarity.
The essence of the oneness shows that it was meant to be.
Though we do not know length of days that we will journey here,
like gentle doves, love does not die, nor heal the lonely tears.

My soul it travels misty nights, where ocean dew does fall,
I sense a part of me continues rootless after all.

It stirs within my mundane tasks, important to a few,
But when the gray mist doth appear, it carries thoughts of you.

We walked on pathways yet untrod,
We traveled long the trail.
Until we touched the tender place,
Where love it does prevail.

When was it first, that gentle touch, that touched so deep within?
To find a place so locked away, where none had ever been?
We danced in moonlight, I kissed your hair, our bodies oh so close,
It seemed a dream we tasted then, that hadn't been given to most.

Remember when, we stood beneath the Chapel in the trees?
The sunbeams danced right at our feet, we felt such love so free.
From friends that day, amidst the quiet sentinels of the wind,
Our lips they met, our cheeks did touch, and that's when it first began.

I brought you roses that one day, we shared a fine white wine,
Each moment danced within our hearts, our pleasure oh so fine.
We loved beneath those towering trees; we rode the gentle wave,
till caught in magic moment sweet, then sailed right on again.

We walked on pathways yet untrod,
We traveled long the trail.
Until we touched the tender place,
Where love it does prevail.

Then in the spring, we planted trees to cover ravaged land.
Your eyes afire, the sunset near, my angel oh so grand.
And then you turned and held your head, you stumbled to one knee,
And then I watched you go away and gently slip from me.

So quietly sensed, he did appear, an angel full of death,
I held her close to me and tasted whispers of her breath.
I called her name, I held her close, the sirens filled the path,
I felt her leave, and my soul it died...I wrote her epitaph.

So now I go to forest near and stand amidst the trees,
I kneel at graveside, where she rests," I come here just for thee."
My soul-mate settled, I whisper prayer and slumber neath the trees.
I dream of times when she was near, "I grieve for times with thee."

We walked on pathways yet untrod,
We traveled through the trail.
Until we touched the tender place,
Where love it does prevail.

This was the place where love did bud; it gave new birth to light.
It opened up our senses here, it was luminous and bright.
"I know that now I slumber here, and taste

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