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Decaflame
Senior Member

since 2001-05-11

Posts 1635

0 posted 2001-05-15 11:01 AM

In the valley

when asked
“where did it go?”
leaving one much to think upon

for how does love die,
and where is the funeral held

when both desire
not to have
the barrister
pronounce the eulogy

“where did it go?”

for once, once,
it had not been a chemical
resonance

yes, truly, love had
come, born
on wing
of hope
and in a desire, at least,
by one,

to believe again

what had the other looked for?

possibly just
companionship, never clear
on the intent
but rather, comfortable
in the together

also named security

but once it is gone,
where does love go?

into the valley,
this mystical topography of
swells and shadows
light and dark
where dry is moistened
by the letting of
soul’s tears

and where all things that
make love
whole
come together to be
rejoined

as the splinters are cast
words once whispered
so loudly
they now only echo on the
other side of this vast
verdant respite

how green is this valley
where love is nurtured
again, by clouds
and sun
by starlight
and moon’s beam
where the course of time
and time again
soothes in touch
heals in kind
as the echoes slowly
fade away

into the valley
love escapes, to be reborn

to be found

by those who, with strength
of life,
not by chemistry,
but by soul,
come searching, and with
gentle hands,
pick love up,

and ask the question, now
formed by lips
still framed by fidelity,

“is this love?” and
without more ado
feel the thunderous reaction
as love flies
directly into the heart

then raise eyes to eyes
in realize

that in the valley,
love is found

once lost,

but under the wings of hope

uncovered again,
in the swells and shadows
of the valley

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2001-05-15 11:07 AM

I can't help but think desert! I seem to sadly remember the number of cactus I picked up in the valley, but one time there was a beautiful thornless rose that made the many stings worth bearing. Lovely and filled with so much hope, and there is hope in this valley always! Beautiful write.

~*~ I write ~ Therefore I am ~*~

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Decaflame
Senior Member

since 2001-05-11

Posts 1635

2 posted 2001-05-15 12:11 PM

Well, Mysteria, for every valley there is a hill, and for every leaf of green, there is a grain of sand...

but I am so very glad that you took a moment to read. Thank you.

RMW
Senior Member

since 2001-03-21

Posts 1424

3 posted 2001-05-15 12:22 PM

Quiet...hopeful. Thank you for sharing. Bob

Sudhir Iyer
Member Ascendant

since 2000-04-26

Posts 6943
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium

4 posted 2001-05-15 12:24 PM

decaflame, this is wonderfully written...

regards,
sudhir

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

5 posted 2001-05-16 02:48 PM

but once it is gone,
where does love go?

into the valley,
this mystical topography of
swells and shadows
light and dark
where dry is moistened
by the letting of
soul’s tears

and where all things that
make love
whole
come together to be
rejoined

as the splinters are cast
words once whispered
so loudly
they now only echo on the
other side of this vast
verdant respite

how green is this valley
where love is nurtured
again, by clouds
and sun
by starlight
and moon’s beam
where the course of time
and time again
soothes in touch
heals in kind
as the echoes slowly
fade away
===========================

the imagery in this is excellent...
as is the convey of intent in this bittersweet ponderance of the heart.
and you poetically ask the question far too many of us search for the answer to.
very cool and well written work here Deca.
me thinks me will keep it for further reads

tis never easy being a moth,
tis not easy being the flame.
what some never see is--
sometimes ... most times ...
they are one in the same.

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

6 posted 2001-05-16 04:11 PM

This is beautiful expression here, my friend. Will be looking for more of your work in the future. Enjoyed.

Mabel A. Dilley
Senior Member

since 2001-03-17

Posts 859
Seattle, WA, USA

7 posted 2001-05-16 04:21 PM

So very well described the journey of a life and love: its valleys and peaks; its sadness and joy; its births and deaths. Excellent.

"I am not now that which I have been."

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

8 posted 2001-05-16 06:28 PM

Sometime love just patiently waits for a kindred spirit...it always soars again...right? James

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

9 posted 2001-05-16 06:46 PM

it does James, and this poem reminds us of that. . .

Decaflame, you have a way with words that amazes me. . . thank you for sharing. . .

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To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

Balladeer

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

10 posted 2001-05-16 08:05 PM

this poem brings up some amazing thoughts to ponder. Where does love go? Is there a special heaven for love or, perhaps there is a hall like that which some believe souls go to in order to be redistributed to new lovers? or does it simply float in the air to fall indiscriminately on those passing by? As my grandma used to say..."a woman's love is like the morning dew. It would just as soon settle on a horse's ass as a rose." LOL!

The poem is perfect....I love the thoughts and the way it is expressed. ")

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