Love knows no boundaries Whether it sets where the rainbow ends Can it be found in the tumultuous depth of the ocean? Can it be as dark as the night or as bright as the sun Perhaps it rises along the highest waves in the ocean Or it is swallowed into the deepest pit of a valley No one could ever guess
Love knows no boundaries Its language is appreciated by a generous heart The work extends to the deprived and desperate The effort is celebrated by the sense of peace and relief Its presence is driven by unwavering loyalty A paradigm of strength when everything is smothered by weaknesses
Love knows no boundaries To forgive even how deep the wound sores To expect the best what is around the bend To look for fire when ember of hope is dying To feel the warmth in the coldest night And to cool off the overwhelming rage and might
Love knows no boundaries It stays in stale air, to purify It humbles the lofty heart and haughty eyes It drives you to be passionate and to come out a victor It nurses the humiliating failure to become a warrior again It lightens the way when the road is long and When the travel is rough
How I wish I could continue to bind you to boundaries but my human limitations incapacitate me… My imperfections come short of describing a Perfect One…
How many perfect days have passed? I could never tell the difference Yes, it rained last night Did it offer me a smile? Yesterday, the robust sun came out But my room was as dark as it was Does it matter? Today, the green bush slithers against the wall of an abandoned lot I know not a thing is left unpainted green, green all over, summer caressing Does it matter, winter is coming? The leaping of the day can’t wait The setting sun quickly disappears Seconds turn to an hour, days to years Does it matter, if it’s too late? I may be healed tomorrow Or probably, not Yet, day after day, I’ll live It all matters…
Picture before me
Sometimes, I don’t understand your depth
The boats moored in the harbor, bouncing gently against the rippling water say that they need to be restrained so as not to get lost.
The glorious setting sun behind the gray streaked clouds tells me that the absence of color is a worthy distraction.
The benches that look desolate can be the best company to my weary day.
The anxious wild geese sound strange, yet a soothing call for me to come home.
As I put my bare weight upon the hardened earth, grasses that start to yield to the Autumn temper, let me feel that coldness does not matter after the Summer heat.
These I continue to wonder…
For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…~mtg