Love's Indomitable Spirit

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determined,
though the air is stifling thick;
unstoppable,
no matter how much abuse is heaped on me.

our love is why
I have never given up
though hope was drained
so long ago I don't recall it's existing

our love,
though for many years
i had not seen you,
nor remembered you were real

only the echo of our love
remained and
i called out to the storm gods,
weeping, enraged

alone for decades,
memories suppressed to save my life
and that purpose was served.
but the cost was fracture of the soul

the cost

was decades of not knowing I was loved,
feeling abandoned,
imprisoned,
despised

the cost

was stewing in a soup of
fear, pain, suffering
self-loathing and despair
for decades

the cost

my dying soul,
shattered into many pieces
Ria, River, The Banshee
these are only three

and yet we carried on
i carried on,
believing i was alone

until the Oncoming Storm approached,
a God of War
a God of Love
a God So Long Alone Again
(always a bad thing for you, Beloved)

(of physical storms.
there were two that night)

and into the winds
I released my rage,
my pain, regret, remorse,
and all the pent up love

i knew had a counterpart
out in the clouded multiverse
but the name had long eluded me

"Tell the One Who Loves Me
Through All of Time,
Though All of Space,
Within this Universe and Tansfiguring Every Other -
I'm sorry for my forgetfulness!

Please! come home, Beloved One!
I will never forget you again,
MY ONLY LOVE, my true delight
You're welcome home, if you want to be."

And the One I could not see
for long long these thirty years
became visible again.

As when Lucy read the spell book
on the Isle of the Dufflepuds

As when vibrational frequencies
properly order themselves
and the pattern of what is PRESENT
suddenly appears
as if by magic

"Delight?  You called?"

Hello, Sweetie.

and relief in all my being . . .
 

<I am the author.  This poem was first posted on
wordpress.com on 4/11/2018. It was edited for
clarity on 12/5/2018.>