PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It is within the negative space that images are drawn

And in absence of presence, what's loved is lost

To the distance of time. 

For she resides outside my embrace,

With return lost to the future.

The eternity that will be spent in these four walls

Makes the loss a curseful blessing.

What is commonly buried under leagues of practice,

Shall escape in hardships forceful.

For if beauty may be conceptualized

And love sewn in my arid mind,

Then what hope does cynicism have?

No love shall be lost in these seconds

That I pray shall eventuate to the future.

Yet the path is infinite from the now

And treacherous to the altering mind.