blazeofglory
11-05-2012, 11:50 AM
Friends, let us not dismember ourselves
Espoused and ingrained by a wire of life
Elusively rooted in each other
I can hear the drum of your heart
The pulses of one another gives a rhythm
I see the world through the light of your eyes
I love everything through the craving of your heart
My heart aches when you bleed
I limp when you lose your balance.
I know at times the symphony fails
The harmony of life becomes disconcerted
And I may spring upon you
But it is brief
In a while I will regain the original bond
For I can feel the inside of you
Minds can traverse physical remoteness
Souls can rise above temporal elements
Every man is capable of embracing every other
If one can rediscover the pool of love
The endowment that we have unsparingly inherited
Bequeaths us the nexus of unity
Distance is a state of mind
Otherness is an attitude only
Remove these mental blocks
We can feel the warmth of our heart and candor
Geography, history and class are only concepts
Beyond these abstractions all I feel is your presence
And I can hear the resonance of your breathes
This poem is born through the inspiration from Cacian
Espoused and ingrained by a wire of life
Elusively rooted in each other
I can hear the drum of your heart
The pulses of one another gives a rhythm
I see the world through the light of your eyes
I love everything through the craving of your heart
My heart aches when you bleed
I limp when you lose your balance.
I know at times the symphony fails
The harmony of life becomes disconcerted
And I may spring upon you
But it is brief
In a while I will regain the original bond
For I can feel the inside of you
Minds can traverse physical remoteness
Souls can rise above temporal elements
Every man is capable of embracing every other
If one can rediscover the pool of love
The endowment that we have unsparingly inherited
Bequeaths us the nexus of unity
Distance is a state of mind
Otherness is an attitude only
Remove these mental blocks
We can feel the warmth of our heart and candor
Geography, history and class are only concepts
Beyond these abstractions all I feel is your presence
And I can hear the resonance of your breathes
This poem is born through the inspiration from Cacian