Poem Of The Loveless Bird

Loveless bird, take to thy golden wings
Soar with flight in freedom;
from anew begin.
With far flung hope,
Leave sorrow far behind;
For it is thy love of truth,
God has promised you will find.
Hope is only gone,
When hope is cast aside,
For who knows what mornings brings
Within the ocean's tides.
So leave behind yesterday,
In the valley of the dead
And soar high above the shores of love,
When the tide is at its ebb.
For surely love will smile,
In the fullness of its ways;
Upon each who has the faith to wait,
For the measure they have gave.

Loveless Bird Fondly remembered is the dawn of my youth and its love so briefly sown. How innocent was its excitement, yet all pervading in my heart and beyond the object of understanding.

First love to touch my love, never have I forgotten the freshness of those moments when our hearts were young and knew only the love of truth. We thought of love without complication, mindful only of the exploration that was the innocence of our youth.

Love was really ours at the age of only five and seclusion kept our secret from the search of prying eyes. We knew embraces were for caring and we felt love in every kiss; lost now but to memory, a love I'll always miss.

How quickly those days had passed before us to the parting of our ways and set us on different paths; forever lost unto each other.

But I suppose love is to be carried with us and shared freely upon life's path, forgetful not that love like water, feeds a thirst where it may pass.

At that time of my life it seemed the sun was moving from my life and in the darkness love was dying to feed the hunger of the night. For there was amongst my family the anger of a darkened soul and the fingers of his fear drew tightly their grip about my soul.

So I was carried onward in a limbo of silent tears, between that plane of life and death, a captive of the demon's fear.

There were times when I could escape into the the sunshine of playful friends, but these moments were short and not much for a tender seedling of a soul.

Where does one so young find escape but perhaps within the arms of death. Yet how inconceivable to think of an ending when life has just begun.

Though darkness reigned in the days of the demon's rage, his time did pass and    light withstood, to reveal anew this    hopeful heart; survivor of its fury.

Released now of the evil that devours; bewildered I began in search of love. Something I knew was, but did not truly understand.

To be in search of love is perhaps at best the earth bound hell of man. For it is only through its purity of strength we are exalted above the tangles of worldly sorrow.

As my mind has been given to much thought on these things and my love has reached out numerous times in the giving of itself without success, it would seem there are so many who reach out from the garden in their hearts wishing to share of that fragrance therein. Yet how many that have turned cold, refuse this of the highest gifts and revel with laughter the inward scorn that would make your heart a tomb.

Why is it that love which is the treasure of treasures and the hope of mankind, should become a matter of deception, surrounded with a wreath of lies.

The light of love should be a reflection of truth upon the lips and a sparkle of joy within the eye. Like the gentle kiss of dayspring born, its light is the soul's first beauty revealed.

These hearts behind the looking glass of life, how stained with tears has become their vision in search of this love of truth.

How many nights have a heart's weeping been lost with the wind, for no one was there to give comfort, that their bleeding wound of tears, might be healed by a moment of honest love.

Time after time have I known a saddening within this heart that dies to give and live in the joy of love.     To have spoken my hearts' truth to a fair maiden of beauty, only to be turned upon by a deceitful heart, having my moments joy trampled and my hearts' hope crushed beneath the feet of a thousand lies. Oh, how many souls have shared the agony of such a moment? To them does my heart also go out.

It would seem lord, that love evades those who desire her most and that emptiness would clothe with Cimmerian haze, the heart crestfallen with love betrayed.

But let not Lord our light be gone; rather show us the way to know loves' song.

My heart has found much beauty in the celestial song of life, for this is the way of a loving heart. But of what good is a song if there is no one to hear it? As with love, wherein is it value lived, when no one joys to the gift it gives.

Lord I know that love thee I must, for thou art the love of love. But if I must be a man for now, then while I am a part of this worldly song of life, let me know the pinnacle of its joy as I have known the depth of its deepest sorrow.

In reflection of my love, let there a woman be, whom with genuine affection shall attend the best in me. Let us aflame loves' light with brightness and make its truth profound. That all with design to follow; though lost, may now be found. Then Loveless Bird will arise in glory, A symbol in lover's dreams, that love shall come to every soul, with faith to spread it wings.

The End

© 2002 Chiron Christi