The Withered Vine

Photo courtesy of Sharena Williams Photography

As the heart withers upon the vine, it is the soul which suffers and bleeds. Into the darkness it is driven, upon the back of a skeletal steed.  And as the words of a lover smite it, the vines whither and die.  The soil beneath is blackened, as the once fertile veins run dry.  Fall becomes winter, and winter turns to spring, before a loving hand brings life back, and the first signs hope are seen.  She gently sifts through the soil, and plants a wondrous seed.  The shriveled veins first glisten, then throb as she sets them free. They twine in response to her presence, about her sensual form, and as they respond to each other, love which will last eternal, through the pain is once again born. RW

The Darkness

Photo courtesy of Sharena Williams Photography

Mesmerized by the flames, it is not to light the which I am drawn but to the darkness beyond. I have passed beyond the flames, their heat searing my flesh, and it is to comfort that I look. Is there such a one who can sooth my pain?  One who can cradle me within their embrace and bath me in the salve of their affections?  I only know that though I pass through the flames a thousand times, it is to them whom I strive to seek refuge, and failing that, I will succumb to the flames allowing my heart to feed the blaze until it is committed to the ashes.

Thawing Of The Heart

Photo courtesy of Sharena Williams Photography

The crystal paths of my heart map the ones I have loved. Its flames long since cooled by the pain I've withstood.  Along the path to this place lies the remains of those loves, the wilted foliage blown skyward away and above.  Alone I trudge forward, hope a far away land, yet far in the distance, ahead she may stand.  This woman, this vision which has captured my heart, warms the air that surrounds me and the thawing can start.  And so my pace quickens, as hope blooms in my chest, and behind may be seen, the crystals grow less.  Lush gardens await, as I reach to her embrace, and the sun finally shines on my up tilted face.