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The Unknown Poet And The Lover With An Immortal Heart (Long)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal” n’ your poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were your destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s providence…
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past, though I know her serenading immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful memories of the love we made…

No! ! ! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such lust in this place! ! ! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as their fateful love turned to dust…

Yet my soul senses the passion n’ desire of your heart was composed in the language of love unto lust that I could never poetically impart, still I know the flame burns with pleasure n’ pain for all who find it outside their immortal heart…
I sense the reflected fire of your eyes n’ I wish not to recall the unspoken secrets of your poetry n’ the names lingering here, romancing the waves caressing rocks n’ the chant of consumable miseries of mortal hearts to rupture into suicide …

I know how your fingertips awakened her virginity when she was your lover in leisure to the music of your acclivitous words hypnotising her virtuous seventh heaven of sexual overtures n’ into the depths of clitorious pleasure…
She was one of many who summoned the angels of ecstasy by the priestess of your tongue that preferred all inamoratas to be kept at distance for their purpose of use was to be your poetic muse but she was (heavy sigh) your destiny…

When you dared to indite your desires for others, with an empty quill upon her naked flesh remembering still their scent n’ taste, she flared with jealous rage n’ you were vainglorious for your lovemaking was illustrious as you celebrated far n’ wide…
In her aroused escapade you wished you had braced yourself for her pain as she summoned the green demons with covetous wings within her mind, for she would have laid down her life for you, though you did not understand this treasure was a love that was true…

For she longed to be your only lover though your fingers of rhyme teased a tongue to rhythmically confess your request to crucify her heart in unrequited love n’ her thighs in a symphony of continuous casual pleasure…
You declined true love for the endless line of carnal lust with debutantes, bridesmaids n’ dames for perfect in everyway to be with you she must, like your poetry symmetrical n’ consummate, a figure of flawless beauty n’ face..

To compose in repose your words in kisses upon a page of thy lover’s lips, the idealised immaculate perfect place, her face was scared by a trace yet her beauty of heart within was a gift given by the goddess’s grace…
She had a long thin line down the side of her face though I know this flaw to be upon your soul, it never left your body n’ mind as they turned to dust, where perfection once prevailed yet overbalanced without grace for your heart was forged of carnal lust …

You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally, though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of immortality…
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…

I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…

Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart, for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead lover’s silken skin…
I know now you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…

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