Song Of Love

Ode To Love
Love does not insist upon itself
Though in silence insistence of it is deafening
For what love has not the heart to say
Would echo evermore in quiet halls

If death is the clanging
Love is the bell
When cymbals are as wilderness
The chime is a summer rain

Must love be so obscure?
Alas the electrifier of minds
seems to need voltage
So pensive laments are laced with hope in joy

How does love have so many forms
Yet somehow remains true?
At its core, anyway, a mystery
But not in why I shift and reach for you

Love is not insistent upon itself
Though in silence insistence can be heard
For the last dust covered tome on the shelf
Will hold captive reader with every word

Can captive be caught by their will alone?
I cannot help but here wonder aloud
And if Love languishes realm overgrown
Love's chains may feel like a blessing endowed

Such old and borrowed methods so potent
For many a blue year I did eschew
Forbid m'lady fancy me dotant
Ached Love to find words and syntax anew

For in the madhouse I laid down my spear
Playing pirates perchance to catch your ear

For love can be heard
In the silence like a bell
Amidst all the din

Love retains feeling
Building like a tidal wave
On your way back home

Even in darkness
Love sparks curiosity
Guiding your footfalls

Though chaos storms here
I could not set down the pen
In hopes words find you

I can see you wake
As if a dream brought to life
Were dreamer's' reward

Bright eyes, bushy tail
Time packed up and stored away
Shining like brand new

What I can't picture
Is having fallen asleep
When you come knocking

So I stole some lines
"Let the games begin" was said
Whiskey for('e) the fire 

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