Waking up inside

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  • JonTalbain
  • Didn't I tell you, what I believe... Did somebody say that....that love like that won't last? Didn't I give you all that I got to, give baby?

Waking up inside

Like the…

The whispering drops of rain

The savored moments, like the soft breezes of a rolling spring meadow

I know them well, when I lay next to you, holding to you

Like the sweet scent you wear

In my heart, written like the Law of God, a love so pure

So fundamentally pure, that I don’t know it to be

Anymore beautiful like the faces of angels

Delightful, like the Garden of Eden before the fall, before concupiscence

Beside me, in the late hour, in the early morning rise and before the last call to rest

Like the rising sun and overhead moonlight

Like the last time we kissed, the last moment we beheld

A beauteous thing, drowning out all misery that sin casts my way

 

It falls a like a sweet rain

Each drop, is deliciously beautiful like the last

And this rain is not one of sorrow, of tears of the Veil

And yet, these tears that fall sow life, like the seed which

Gives life and causes fruitfulness between Man and Woman

Like the cherry blossom, one can spend his or her life

Looking for a perfect bloom; it is a life not wasted in search

Cherished like the first breath, the last breath, the eternal breath

When I look upon you, bloodied or whole

The smile that lights up my day is like your hair which gently

Caresses the shores upon which I enter into in the midnight hour

To the swell of the curve by the low roads, and up into the mountains to be buried in your eyes.

By and by, Like the azure coast, and white sandy beaches,

I know this to be a paradise, when I set foot upon them

Into the temple, I do go to Join Yahweh in communion

To draw close, as if it were the first time, like it was the last time

And is this a dream? Can this be something I have been searching for this whole time, and not known it to be before me?

 

What is love?

Is it like the spring rain, or the summer heat?

The ever-changing autumn, or as frostily beautiful wintry lands, is it like that?

Oh, but have I KNOWN the answer to my questions

And in this, this is the love I have been searching for

She is You!

My lover, my friend and my wife

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

JonTalbain’s Poems (75)

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Carnality 0
For a Love I won't forget 1
Happily Ever After (Part 2) 1
Dragon/Phoeni
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Confessions of the soul 2
Perdition 3
Somebody Already Broke My Heart 3
The story untold 1
Drive Me Insane 2
So Tired 0
A Child's Hell 2
They Say... 0
You 0
Goodbye 1
Self Destruction 1
Asylum 0
The Coming Rainstorm (Pt.2) 1
Waking up inside 0
Tell me Which is You? 1
A Glimpse 1
Slash 2
Breezes 1
Silenced 2
The Emotional Runaway Train 1
Before you make the step… 3
Into the Wastelands 1
And So it Seems that... 3
Holding on tight 1
The Silence 1
The Warriors Ethos 1
The Coming Rainstorm 1
Whatever it may be 2
Suffering 4
Memories 3
Inevitable 2
My Truth 1
Whispers... 2
You know what to say 2
The Man that Was... 0
Who I am 5
This is how it works.... 1
Come 1
Shaken 1
When Love Truly Awakens 2
Transcending Love 3
Maybe its just... 1
A thought 0
the pain 1
really? 0
A lost soul 0
Remember me 1
Drowning 1
The darkness 0
??? 0
Calling for help 0
Empty 0
naptime 0
Slivers of shades 1
Only you are the life among the dead 0
A prayer 0
Moonlight 0
Armageddon 0
A Kiss 0
Drawn in 0
whispers 0
Am I wrong? 1
From the pen of a soldier... 1
For Once Upon a Time... 1
The Flame... 0
When all your wishes... 0
Dancing again... 1
unsure 1
You see today... 1
Whispering Voices 0
Addicted 1