Passion's Puzzle-box

Actions speak louder than words,
But words incite action,
Inspire or decimate the herds,
They are the puzzle-box of passion,
Meticulously crafted combinations to bring about feelings,
And adding a romantic and wondrous poise to our intimate dealings,
But to truly write, you must find something more than yourself,
Ironic, my joy of it is matched only by my incapability,
Words would flow from my fingers, and hearts would melt,
But passion can tear at the heart if you swear complete fealty.

Rain drops like a baby dove from its nest,
Both to nourish the earth in a way,
One to the sky, the other to the ground at the cloud’s behest,
Rolling onward, like gentle breezes through May.

Pouncing predators tear at pronking prey,
Day becomes night, and night becomes day,
Circles of life, flowing in every direction, connects it all,
From the rise of empires, all the way to their fall.

I remember my blood rushing like a tidal wave,
That which sustains me, crashing down and killing me,
To be surrounded, causing intoxicating raves,
But the sudden removal leaving me such as a fish with no sea.

To view the world this way, astonishing,
To let my heart feel so, diminishing,
To bring it to others, enlightening,
To keep it to myself, emotionally darkening,
So I write without the adrenaline,
And live without the intimacy,
But I will trod this uncertain fen,
For the hope of a brighter day shall become my fancy,
And I shall try to align passion’s puzzle-box in a more splendid array,
For if speaking is what I am, people deserve as much as I can say. 

Tags: Inspirational, Deep,