Our Inner Iconoclasts

Tangled threads of grand proportion

Where is the promised devotion

The "I will love you forever"

No one warned us of the inclement weather

Lurking at each and every bend

of the river, smooth as the finest imported glass

Or wild and rapid, no way to pass

The water rises

In the cycle of our endless compromises

Silent now, no communication

Our love knew the devolution

of throats going still and dry

Of the joy jumping off the cliff.... collective suicide

Attempting to recapture the pure painted past

Memories recalled to silence our inner iconoclasts

In the desire to revive

A love once so very alive

Now gasping for breath with its head hung low

Our duet must now be sung...solo

Entangled, once intertwined

We have taken bare the vine

Forever was not real for us

But, darling, we were the impetus

The parents of beauty grandly birthed

The conception of a diamond crushed to great worth

 

I will remove from my finger the sacred one

I hold it to the sun, as a laser gun

The heat will burn away the threads that hold us

Opening our lives to behold us....

Grateful

Graceful

Knowing for the first time, at long last

The healed present and the gifted past