Would I be able to live
with a broken heart,
he asks?
The red rose smiled
and pressed the edge of thorn
closer to skin of her petals.
The way to freedom
is through ache and blood,
your broken heart
is the entry of a true love,
she said.
So many layers,
walls, steel you are
using to guard yourself,
what are you holding in safe?
why are blocking the light?
My beloved, kiss the thorn
feel your broken heart,
Love is the only path, walk
she said.
the blood of love is lava,
it burns and flows forward.
It awakes all your senses,
desires to be free again,
to love fearless
and never stop
by jet black of solitary
or blue edge of doubt
before a new dawn, take a flight.
Love again and be loved again,
The journey within in a solo walkabout
The one on earth should be hand in hand,
one pulse in two loving hearts.
One love for all,
He picked another olive,
ache was gone.
He looked at the sky,
Saw a new light,
Smell of rose and jasmin,
scent of a new beloved,
magic lies in silent touch
Of a two heart
Just before words arrive
And lips shape the first kiss.
Ah, his heart opens up
To love and be loved
In each breath of life.
©Serena Devi, Now! 23rd Oct 2016
The Soul Whisperer 