LOVE AS A 4 ACT PLAY

Poem: No. 03, 25th December 2023

At the dawn of our 20s,

The river is but a mirror for our emboldened dreams

We are uplifted, awakened, enchanted

And the sun glistens underneath our pale eyelids

At the dawn of our 20s, love is a red rose

The one that you gently brushed against my rosy cheeks

At the dawn of our 30s,

The river flows crystal clear through the depths of our land

We are surrounded, rooted, moored in

And the helm is steered upwards towards the northern skies

At the dawn of our 30s, love is an interstellar journey

The one that brought forth our child born of faith and justice.

At the dawn of our 40s,

The river carves a way through the lines of our hands.

We are seduced, captivated, revived

And all noise dissipates as it moves through the sky

At the dawn of our 40s, love is the reveling of an aurora

The one that resurrected my echoes enshrouded beneath the flames.

At the dawn of our 50s,

The river lights up at the sound of enigmatic hymns

We are pampered, soothed, consoled

And a palette of words is scripted onto the universe through the ink of our hearts

Love at the dawn of our 50s is immutable nostalgia,

The one that veils over our ashen coloured hair as majestic memories come forth

If Love is as such a 4 act play

We will redesign its nature so that it produces a single act for us,

The act of timelessness.

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This poem was written on 25th December 2023 as an homage to love, this unavoidable feeling that will appear during the most magical time of the year ... Christmas.

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