My ink begins to flow

When it comes to love sometimes the end is actually the beginning of something else and while the truths are hidden in the lies of the heart the soul holds all the keys to yesterday today and all the tomorrows where love matters until the ends of all time.

My ink begins to flow

As I am sitting here right next to you

my ink begins to flow being pumped

from a deep-down loving beating heart

that remembers you like my new awakening

soul senses the scent of another it once held

tightly in its arms searching what seems like

forever for the mate, it used to know, now

lost in a world of deep emotional scars as the

memories start playing like a broken movie

reel repeating the same scene constantly

from a single night of heated passionate love,

when two very damaged people and their

broken souls who were both left alone very

lonely needing each other and the touch of

another reaching out through the pain of

a broken heart filled with sadness and sorrow

feeling vulnerable holding on to each other

as if there would be no tomorrow while tears

begin to flow pulling one another close as

they gently swayed back and forth to the

slow beautiful music that was being created

from the beating of their two hearts and the

rhythm of their own love looking deeply

into each other eyes while they danced to

and fro feeling the rhyme without a care

in the world fighting back the fear of what

might come tomorrow erasing all of the

yesterdays thinking of only the here and now

underneath the shadows of a clear midnight

skies with the glowing moon so full it looked

like a night time sun shining brightly down

upon them with all the shooting stars falling

down around them like fireflies making

wishes kept only between them along with

candle lights all around feeling as if they

were the last two people left in the entire

world, just as one of them slipped gently

falling onto the lips of the other causing

smoke to begin rising causing sparks to fly

creating a fire that is still burning out

of control today, which has been cursed

by the devil, seen by the angels, and blessed

by heaven itself, and when it was finally

over the two were many years older

and today although not together for

reasons that were not their own, they

will always have a very special connection

from that night until all the ends of time

come together for that is where you will

find them making love once again.

The end or is it?

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet's Journey

2orah Jenkins and Marilyn Ward