The heart wants what the heart wants
as though the soul has already known the destined path ahead and does not caution the human about the bumps and bruises, joys and sorrows
for how can one fully understand the ecstasy that comes from love at the highest form in tandem with the duality of suffering once that love ends?
our small brains would never quite understand the concept with the experience of its touch
for the human begs to be protected from scars it has yet to carry on its own flesh
And yet love is simple
and the only truest currency along with time, of course
the pair measures this life- provides bliss and yet mocks us in the process
Candles flicker and provide a room of lifeshared meals and the type of all-consuming love that only bodies can feel
And then all at once the flames flicker out and remind us that time will always win and every moment is to be enjoyed – the good, bad and mundane.
The light will always have an end just like the days and the years and eventually this life altogether
How silly we are to attempt to control the days with such vigor
trying to will existence into and onto calendars and clocks. Alarms and schedules.
Life laughs at us in the form of hiccups and inopportune long lines. At traffic lights and freeway jams and of course missed flights.
And without fail we are all left pointing fingers and playing a tireless game of blame
How cute time comes out unscathed in the end – an innocent bystander. I imagine her a cool tall blonde dripped in leather with a mischievous schoolgirl smirk worn like a signature perfume that enters the room before one arrives and lingers well after one departs…
