Mushy Rhyme

mushy rhyme …

your love reaches high above, as into the heavens it transcends, lending me a hand to climb out of the abyss where my being often descends,

your love is a warmth that in my void inspires, coaxing me gently in those desolate moments when hopelessness transpires,

your love is a lighthouse that through the mist of life shines bright, a constant in the fog of my blindness, always a beacon of hopeful light,

your love dispels the vacuum of every encroaching night, as it wraps me in your cocoon, a shawl warm and tight,

your love sprinkles flourishes of gentle joy, in the numberless times of skewering pain,

tending to my wounded spirit, a calm balm massaging the hurt out from the cold slicing rain,

your love is a breath that reaches inside me, instilling my world with renewed hope,

as the endless hours of reality jab and sting, guiding me through the seasons in which I fear I cannot cope,

your all-encompassing love holds me so very close, as I stagger under the burdens of excruciating, back-breaking weight,

it is your love that finally relieves me, by unburdening the detritus of cruel fate,

your love permeates all around, as I breathe your gentleness through every pore,

filling me with a once unknown bliss, a special tenderness that I have never felt before,

your love sweeps away the agony of losing my sight, my failing eyes driving me to anger, bordering on the insane,

it is your love that leads me to see that in the desert of blindness, there still falls the healing rain that is a balm to my pain,

your love warms me with your whispers of a truthful ethereal peace,

murmuring words of solace that this ache shall also cease,

your love reaches down into the pit of my gloom, extending your ever-comforting hand,

as you lift me up, from the bowels of despair, so that on my feet I may again  stand,

your love rests deep, in the recesses of my injured soul, 

gathering the shattered pieces, making them once again, whole,

your love sates the furnace, this blazing cauldron of passion in which I burn,

filling my restless nights with dreams I once chose to spurn,

your love is a torch, a shining light that leads me back to our shared pathway,

far from the thorns that on the boulevards of diamonds casually lay,

your love is a precious gift, far too special, a truth I shall always endeavour to cherish,

always and forever,

a treasure that stays within me,

an intrinsic part of my life,

without which I shall no doubt perish …

schmaltzy mushy “it has got to rhyme” rhyme … 😊

schmaltzy mushy “it has got to rhyme” rhyme … 😊

Holding hands, we traversed the chasms of life,

hand in hand, through bleak times and strife,

holding each other in rain and in sunshine,

never letting go of your hand in mine.

We scour the earth for a peaceful place,

where bigotry does not bare its grotesque face,

and after all the years spent seeking,

we have found every nook and cranny where racism lies reeking.

All our desires, all of our dreams,

lie trapped in a gilded cage it seems,

still we search these lands for respite,

beyond the hate, despite the spite. 

How long will we have to walk these pathways,

seeking simple gentleness along life’s alleyways.

We find only intolerance and it’s poisoned dart,

and it seems that tolerance did long ago depart,

but we cannot be ever apart,

as we traverse these bumpy roads in our ricketty cart,

always,

always sharing the simple love of two souls merging as one whole part,

these are the truths we embrace forever more, in the deepest depths of each others heart …