As Big as the Sky & As Many as the Stars

Openings: The Drowning of Cupid

~Let not this be the theme of this work, but the dark opening by which it begins- a happier ending drawing nearer with each page~

I can only utter but a few lines before bursting into the poetry that will be this work. My heart has no fight left in it for anything short of that. No curse in elfish, entish or the tongues of men describes the pain I feel for the loss of the one thing that gave me peace and love- but here my emotions make their stand on pen and paper.... or perhaps fire and brimstone...

In any event perhaps the heart that beat from the end of October will keep a pulse until it can be embraced again, if not, God help the world- for it will have murdered love.

and so it begins...

Openings: The Drowning of Cupid

Hearts fall In love, madly...

But a rose can not be just as sweet-

When passion and desire at deaths doorstep do meet...

Bound by a journals single mistake...

For sins of two lovers their nailed to the stakes.

Now lovers torn apart can not greet,

For fear of whats 'righteous' with which they'll be beat....

Can true love truly retreat?

Or can it last... and hold under heat?

Can it push on?

never surrender.

can mere love be one's heart's own defender?

or does love end so abruptly with~

'Return to sender.'

They'll tell you~

'To thine's own self be true..."

but nothing is more true to me,

than you.

So lost and forsaken...

preserved and kept whole...

the strength of true love one does not know!

Until it is Naked...

tossed to winters snow...

Where it can either return

or be ravaged by crows.

Sadness and sorrow, for now,

is all I know.

Return to me love...

I am crippled by woe.