Soulful Throes of Saudade

Oh ethereal traveler:
I touch the clouds forming at your feet!
My shirtless sherpa body
boldly braving Himalayan peaks!

Oh slumbering summits...
I fasten flags of mercy to your bedpost!

Desolate Beauty...
cloistered lachrymose pearl...
...shrouded in your room of
purple mountain shadows
and blue sea shark fin shade...
eyes storing pieces of Pelee's tears...
sacred volcano of hardened igneous scars...
imposing time bomb of tranquility...

– I know reflections of palace
crystal ball chandeliers
and opulent mineral rich patterns
often flood the eyes in certain
liquid dense moments of truth...

- Watery swords of light illuminating life's distortion.

OH strong hold of Saudade...!
familiar feeling of loss...!
Like sudden waves of ether
I'm awash in past pheromones!

Could this ever evolving …
… all enveloping force …
be anything other than divine natural selection?

Oh single faceless love...!
...lost upon birth...

We shall be delivered as one body once more – you be sure of it …

...as soon as we finish weaving our lovely deeds
through out the fabric of the material bacchanal world.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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