Love

Still lies the waters of the mind

It is the foundation of the truth of being

Storms come within a single drop

Which ripples affect what we are seeing

We create our own stories

Telling of the ecstasy of false love

Inventing the disaccorded music

Which then serves to be our dove

We have lost the truth of it

Attaching strings to the word

Symbols of the shadow

Hide the song which can't be heard

We talk so much of it

Hold it like a possession

Binding it to ourselves

Crying it in our silent confessions

It carries not what we demand of it

 Expectations grind it into dust

Changing the very life of it

Into tears of shadow's lust

When its false demons are destroyed

We are left grieving

For something we never possessed

It is ourselves we are deceiving

When the moment of clarity appears

And ego has been captured

The truth of this single word

Sends the soul to rapture

It does not possess a single need

And is given without any weight

Its freedom has wings

That creates its own fate

Raven