Within us there are reminiscences of frustrated feelings,
which are camouflaged and repressed in the form of
resignation, of acceptance or as self-preservation...
And if nothing happens they will stay there,
hidden, pretending to be irrelevant,
with the face of a past that will never return.
So we thought it should be...
But when we have everything as surpassed,
feeling strong and unwavering,
there goes the heart spreading its wings to the past
for what was believed dead and buried...
And it rises from the ashes like a phoenix,
and moves like a
hurricane.
Although pretending to be a passing summer breeze,
knocks down the walls, and removes the armour
of a fragile
heart...
On the surface it is slowly revealed,
displaying his emotions subtly,
those who apparently were no longer part of themselves.
But how not? If it only took seconds and quick glances
to feel and see much more than we could hide...
Then comes the passion struggling against its own purpose,
digging deep and reliving memories of a past,
vibrating the butterflies stored in the "never
again" drawer.
Oh, how naive is a lonely heart...
And as it could not be otherwise,
so it did happens the kisses, the hugs,
the caresses and the the most intimate
energy exchanges, in a frenzy that it
was running against time,
trying to make up for the lost years...
Everything so good,
everything is always right, when we are one...
and with it, the reality momentarily forgotten,
erasing from our intimate world,
a life that could be different for both of us...
Where has our apparent false guard gone?
Why could not we hold off this magnetism?
As a contemporary poet said:
"Love is a great
lake, a step into a trap"...
I reflect on this...
We realize that today these feelings
are much more mature:
No games, nor expectations, no judgments, nor shame.
But in intimate ebullition within our eternal complicity,
You and I, so far and so close,
so real and so illusory, so strong but so fragile...
You say, "I will
love you forever",
sounding like unwanted farewell,
Is this a malformed conformity?
or your sad weakness in tied hands?
I can no longer formulate thoughts...
It is necessary to unload the old baggage,
in order to start a new journey as one.
No longer a clandestine love, but a love in its totality
After all, "in
the heart of those who love, can not miss a piece"
In the complications and pitfalls of this forbidden love,
reality screams for a goodbye.
The insanities of this love saga,
removes the veil of illusions from a couple life,
that never happened...
Love, forbidden love,
the separation will be overcome
but we will live of remembrance...
By Jacky Sewell
