For Love...Iceland

Love becomes a  life  that weaves its spell within the blue of the sky;

cobalt and azure against the syllables of your words.

Sentences are

silenced within your inner soul by their own fragile  beginnings;

time running against the wind by the speed of light.

Love

flows through the empty corridors of our hearts

chasing dreams  to hold,

to find,

to grasp what is real.

Love is felt between the essence of a shimmer;

lines blurred by the light that falls from your eyes.

 We open our very soul to the past

and

recite the words from shakespeare's romeo and juliet

 feeling every tangible thought

from lord byron to keats to the earth reverberating beneath our feet.

Tears stream down our faces in pleas and bargains for love not to slip away.

For love,

we fall to our knees.

For love,

we cry in the night amongst the silence of our own shadows.

For love,

we dream and dare to feel the soul of another.

For love,

we hope when there is no reason to see.

For love,

we search the silence of another's eyes to hold ,

to wish,

to fall,

to cry

all for love.