DEAR BELIEVER

I don't know what your battles are

Or the size of your seeping scars

Or how often you find yourself

dancing with mars

I don't know how high your clouds fly

Or the name of the Rainbow from which

You carve out your soul's dye

Or the amount of times you've become the sky

All I know is

as I walk upon the earth

I drown in the dazzle of diminishing days

As nights nibble away at the

niceties I knit for my stay

I know

That whispers weaken

my ķnees when I'm upright

And lighten the deeds

that I thought to be steadfast superfast

I know

That deep inside

I constantly fight

A one I-yed enemy

That constantly tries

To enslave me to a slave

that constantly captures my worship

encaging it in a cave

Void of light

I know that

Distractions drum falls

into my path tirelessly daily

and that Desire's fire

has a roasting roar

That turns to ashes

the parts of me that I adore

But a phenomenal fortune flowers

At my doorstep once more

A scented crescent sent

to cleanse my core

Of all that I testify to abhore

Beyond every shadow of doubt

this fragrance doth the

withered radiance restore

A serenity that calmly cleanses the core

A heavenly healing harmony

that hearts the catastrophic chaos

And everything that it made sore

So that dormant chambers

can come to life once more

But just as I bathed in

the light of your fullness

Just as I gorged and gulped

At your wholesome goodness

Just as I sought in your eyes

A single glance of love

That exceeds the explosive excitement

Of a thousand glances

Time sought to tear us apart

As her hands rushed to turn to art

This aching, breaking heart

Of your lover as you depart

An immortal portrait, her deepest art

Your departure has left me with a deep heart

There aren't enough oceans to fill this part

Of my existence to prevent

me from falling apart

I might never be as vibrant

As I was with love beside me

But you see

My love has left me

with more than just molding memories

Love has left me

With a trove of truthful deeds

But knowing me

I'll probably choose to rue

Instead of digging into these treasures

In which love taught me the amorous

pronunciation of the purest pleasures

A portion of delicious delights

That cause the soul to soar

to The Throne of The Over All

Who made The Beloved

The only Door

The way of the Over Soul

The Melodious Mercy

In love's treasury

Are violet lights

Purple perfumed prostrations

Placed lovingly repetitively

upon the earth's face

Over successive nights

Beneath the lyrical lights of guiding stars

That melt the mind in a myriad of meditations

That map out animated constellations

a maze of mirrors for the soul's silhouette

A sighing sight that beautifues

the breath of the earth

As the verses that venus versed

In the name of the universe

Became prose, a hearse for forgetfulness

O! what a beautiful ascension

Did love teach with every heartful mention

Of the sacred seven sentences

to the seventh dimension

In love's treasury

Are monumental monuments

Marvelling moments

In opulent orchids with

colossal circles of

fruit bearers and wine makers

As we watched wondrous rivers flow

A river of surreal recitations

And a river riveting remembrances

love and I wined and dined

To please love's palate

An attempt to satiate

Her aquired taste

to praise The Most praised

By The Possessor of All praise

our faces became erased

Our beings became the be-ing

That is love.

And in love's treasury

Is a luminous lattice of letters

Conferred upon the un lettered

Luminary to lead existence

To the exit of darkness, an entrance to light

A Lantern that made bright

the darkness of a thousand plus nights

As love and I surfed on the

The oceanic waves of The Over Womb

The vibrational emissions from The Esscence

A flowing forest of flowering fragrances

That praises, protects and sanctifies

the kaleidoscopic souls

entrusted with

condensed couplets of earthward

celestial wombs and the keys to heaven's

doors at her majestic feet

Certainly Destiny diced doom

And fed it to the fools

that deny her florescent feats

Iove and I

Are like the land and the sea

She showers gems on upon my shore

She never ceases to pour

fine pressed wines from the vineyard

Of her Lord's Awe

To better the lover's

Love from whence he loved before

Rekindling the flame

That dances at the mention of love's name

Ramadan my sweet love

Return once more

So that I can love as love

Once more

Till then

I will embellish

The pain of seperation

With treasures that you

Worded upon my being

The poetry of our infinity

Camillo Zimba

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