A Long Love Song (025 - 038)
025
The road ahead is far where I’d join a boat,
Hop on a cab, a train and if need be, a plane
So the essence of love in places remote
And near we would assess, learn and explain;
See if we could separate real from fake
And that our thirst eventually we would slake
Like with a drink on a journey you make –
A break right now nearby I must take.
There’s a log where people rest at a crossroads
And a set of three posts people keep their loads.
026
I draw close to the log and sit down
But I hear creaks of metals approach me;
They’re familiar sound and right up in my crown
I needn’t task my brain to tell who that could be.
The tapper emerges into view and I greet him;
He’s glad to see me and so gives me a beam.
He stops at my front and asks where I’d been;
Then asks if it wasn’t me earlier he’d seen.
‘Well, we met earlier but the light was dim.’
Then my intent straightaway I give to him:
027
‘I’m going on a long tour, sir, to find out
What is love for many profess it
But their every word and deed gives me doubt
If they have a grasp of what they exhibit.’
The tapper beams longer, gets off his bike
And pushes it under the shade to hide.
Being well parked, he unhitches from the side
Of the carrier a bottle he had tied.
With cups from a bag on the other side
He draws close to me – what I taste I like.
028
We drink and chat and with our free hands
Try to keep flies and bees from stealing our drinks
And one bee insists in it he’d dance.
Well, I let it, fearing greatly its stings.
He lands, bounces and swirls inside the pool
In my cup – what you love has a pull
But be careful it doesn’t make or break a rule;
Would obstinacy shun the mule?
We’re watching if the bee would swim or drown;
Well, I pick it as it’s drowned and throw it down.
029
‘What you love would kill you,’ the tapper says
And laughs – the bees truly love sweet things
And no doubt, work hard for them days after days
Pollinating flowers of woody beings.
So one found a palm dripping with juice;
Then to others, it spread the good news.
Ah, they all declared war with no truce
And bragging in their arms, they broke all rules.
But the bitter side of most sweet things
Is their intoxication has death wings.
030
I shake the tapper’s hand and go my way.
If what you love actually would kill you,
‘Folly!’ to what you love is what I’d say;
Let common sense stave off what would make you blue.
What sweetness is there if it staggers me?
What sweetness is there if it batters me?
What sweetness is there if it shatters me?
What sweetness is there if it slaughters me?
It’s impossible to escape death
But wicked is love that gives you ill health.
031
I walk on and would not stop pondering
Over symbols that depict love like the heart –
But even it does a great deal of taking
Which enables it to pump blood to every part
And organ of your body and my body;
From the nails to hair and the belly
But do you know if not for nose, teary
Would be the eyes if air ceases really
To reach the lungs? Love isn’t fragment
But a whole – to float it, parts work in tandem.
032
I would say it looks like mutual respect
Or reciprocity is the heartbeat of love
But it seems also some things are perfect
For with endless giving, they soar above.
Well, to find out I’m going really deep
Into the woods so we won’t miss facts they keep.
I gaze at the waters of a brook as they slip
Over a rock – unravelling love is worth the trip.
I see roots upon roots dipping their ends
In the water but with their leaves and stems
033
The trees let the sun take it to the sky
And there it gathers like cloud again;
Then falls back on the ground low or high
As mist forming dew or drops of rain.
We give so there could be an endless pool
Where from we would take till we are full
Of love and merriment – only a fool
Hoards love and it seems too many a fool
In the world abounds hence there is war
In every nook loudly knocking on every door.
034
Do you believe there’s no war where you live?
But down the street a gangster butchers
A gangster; uptown, did a mugger give
Love so he pulled a gun from his trousers
And told a couple: ‘Your money or life!’?
Hoarding of love is causing untold strife
That flimsy argument would draw a knife;
It’s hoarding of love that makes hate to be rife.
Giving love generously means love we’d take
For we’d swim in it just like waters in a lake.
035
Deep in the woods, I reach the foot of a mount.
It’s dusk and I climb to stand on its peak
Before the last minutes the birds would count
And the sun down the horizon its bed would seek.
So the laymen thought till science proved otherwise;
Then satellites were launched up the skies.
Knowing the facts, we chuck aside all the lies –
Education makes us knowledgeable and wise.
The mount is covered in rainbow hues
Of a sun that has paid to life its dues.
036
I sight the rails that’d take me to town
So I might pluck more and add to the theme –
Hopefully, you’d hear the tale before next sundown;
Now, I’m engrossed in the scene like a film.
If love is a picture, it’d be charming than this;
If love is liquid, hate wouldn’t make it freeze.
Who dares to equate it with a superficial kiss?
Love to life remains the genuine lease.
A plane flies at the far nook of the sky;
Soon the embers of the sun at the other end would die.
037
My intent was to come and see if in life
There’s a thing that gives and gives – well, it’s the sun.
It’s a long climb up but before my sight
Is the splendour of a sun that’s gone,
As bards would say, to rest for the day.
Like a hard-working man, they love to portray
The sun who lets his axe up, down and side to sway
And at night, he seeks a place his head to lay.
Yes, science with facts, to all firmly states
That the majestic sun never leaves its gates.
038
But it gives its love endlessly
Which the planets take because their sides
Endlessly too they’d turn – in reality,
If they don’t revolve they’d end up suicides.
Mutual respect or reciprocity is fun –
Let us all learn from the planets and sun
To give and take so enmity would be gone;
I say it to the other as well as one.
It’d be great to turn to love and shun hate
Or else, this awesome globe courts a dooming fate.
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