Idea's of Love.

[Zarn Ishtare]

This poem doesn't have a title, because of the very thing it advocates.

never the less, this poem is filled topful with my ideas of love, as well as other things. I sincerely hope you enjoy...I know I loved writing it!



"She is my impersonal angel

She serenades me from worlds away.

Her voice is a thousand different melodies;

every song I've ever heard resonates with the voice of her lips.

She encompasses the width and breadth of life itself

She does not hesitate, but smiles

Though in dreams only am I granted perception

Though in dreams only am I of a right to see.

She is hidden from me

Though I feel her always

She awaits me

In the bower of the Forest

In the cavern of the mountain

She is nature

She sings for me

with the voice of ten thousand angels

Her face is hidden;

The dirt of this world hides it.

Men mock her, decrying her form

She is not the slavering beast they have called for

Yet more passion has she

Than any dumb animal

Or lower beast of burden.

her form is worn at every increment of life

I have seen her aged face

The face that knows so well

Every inch of her is a testament to the survival of the timeless.

I have glimsped her as a child

Brimming to the edge with incipient womanhood

Every step she took was faltering

But bravely she strode on the road of Travel.

I witnessed her passage as a maiden fair

She who steps through the shadows of my mind

Every movement graceful

Every moment divine.

I know her as a woman true

the lady whose smile fills me topful

the knowing in her eyes would drown any sorrow.

She knows not your prideful ramblings

the words of jealousy are not found in her

She knows no equal

for she treats all as better

And none as below.

You tell me, "Love Is A Passing Thing"

It will not withstand the gap of ages

Yet the eternities I have spent with her

Have not aged me

though those eons you call moments

I called all my future.

through cloud and brush I chase her

Through tree and fel I search

Never in haste

but for in only a moment

I will turn

and she will be there

Standing beside me.

You ask, "Does Your Lady Have A Name?"

And I smile

For in your simplicity you suggest

That one names a waterfall

or star shine

or the colors of rain and sky.

I will tell you what her name is: Her name is fire and wind and rock and water.

She is composed of the elements

Though the quick temper of fire is found not in her

The fickleness of wind does not call her home

The inability of rock cannot lay claim

And the chaos of water is still in her.

She is light and she is sunshine

yet she is enclosed in darkened spaces

weaving through the dreary places

The empty spaces of my mind.

And I know that I shall find her

in the apple garden, by thr raging river

By the gentle stream, the quiet rock

which waters break on over

be it mountainside or country-bound

It matters not

for I shall claim her again

and she me

though I have not seen her in great spans of time

She will claim me from her place in History.

For she would tear apart the earth for me

A fire within that quells not at temptation

It fails not at futility

Nor the impossibility of the search.

And though we be struck to two differing sides of the universe

we stall stride through bounds of time

And wander the starry host itself

If only to grasp each other again


And in her Embrace is the birth of a billion suns

and endless lay of light plays upon her face

She who can stand through day and nightfall

Who caresses me through the infinite spaces

Who teaches me the knowledge of the unseen

And who whispers to me of the Unknowing

A secret too lovely to share with another

will become the tie that clasps us together.

And I shall Search and pray the day

which hastens forth through bands of time

Till the secret is revaled

Till the spirit is confounded

by rhasphodies to brilliant for the heart to handle

Till Rapture rains from heaven like the star of Day itself!

Till walls are defeated and foundations broken

till rock is beaten and defense is routed

till all that dwells is the conjoined flesh

And the Spirit Of Love that dwells within.

[Zarn Ishtare]

All these viewers, and not a post to plink! or something.


Comment already!

[Anna Mae]

This poem reminds me of a mix of the Psalms talking about the perfect wife and Song of Solomon. Good; very poetically written.

[Photosoph]

Very tree, Anna Mae. It reminds me of the Psalms too; I love all the description and the chasing, finding, and watching of the woman. It's really lovely; beautiful descriptions and passion.

[EDIT]Ha ha, whoops. ^_^" Yes, I did make a mistake. I'm surprised I didn't notice such a typo though. o_O But it was meant to be 'true', not 'tree'.

[Dunedan]

I agree. It is a very tree poem. Very, very tree. I liked the imagery, which is a very cliche thing to say about a poem, but it is true, or rather tree, nonetheless. I myself have attempted poems like it, but your foray has proved better than my attempts as of yet. Keep up the good work, Zarn.

[goldenspines]

Simply beautiful writing in this one. The emotions are so powerful and the imagery is amazing. Like previously stated, I agree, it reminds me a lot of a Psalm.
Excellent writing, Zarn.