and so i live, live on
until that day no more
when breath no longer
feeds my soul
and the touch of love
no longer titillates my skin
until then, kiss these lips
hold my hand
walk along beside me
listen to the wind
see the ripples fold
underneath the spring
my ears shall hear the timbre
of notes played by grand masters
mine eyes to capture the souls
and hearts of words on writ
by Sophocles and Shakespeare
once again, to this, i note
until my feet no longer walk
or my ears not hear the breeze's song,
the waft of your hair i no longer can smell,
your azure eyes i can no longer see or
words from my heart no longer speak
until then i shall live, live on
with no regret 
A beautiful ode, as much to life as to love.
ReplyDeleteI think no matter what we always want to see another day... curiosity never killed a cat, it's what gives it nine lives.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a romantic heart ~ I love this part best:
ReplyDeletemy ears shall hear the timbre
of notes played by grand masters
mine eyes to capture the souls
and hearts of words on writ
by Sophocles and Shakespeare
so romantic and joyous, an asking for a promise.
ReplyDeleteyou are very much like Neruda. :)
Life is to be explored, lived...your words evoke the passion to take in all of it. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteuntil then.... indeed!
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