Intricately Woven Grace Poem by jason brierly

Intricate Grace in Merging Words

Shades of yesteryears
dreams of needs
of finding one true love …
In swift wings
They flow towards
to dissented reality put null to each
desire's note
gone to dusts
My dream thus dies
Realities of new hues
Of radiance
And love…
Lovers come and gone
Lovers wanted,
And lovers kept…
Dreams revived and Upon dusk,
Lovers anew. Reunited.
Of lovers I dreamt

Yet how I long for furtherance
Not of love grasped a mere night
or a length of sun
Of lover’s kept till end of days
To hold to keep
Until return I to the deep
Grasp still the hands
That caresses

A yearning, overpowering
Consumes a wrought with
'What if' lover solo. Questions and queries drawl on
And wearies a seeker
Of love
Of the eternal brand.
So deep and steeped
Of love
Yet when starving souls
Stir from slumber
Ever starved shall we be until
Fate grants us that wish of
Love everlasting…

Yet till fate grant love
Everlasting lustreless
we will meander on
touching cold glasses
peering into dark windows
caressing broken hearts
leaving grieving souls
In search of a lost pearl
Engraved love.