Schlagwort: poetry

  • Alive, Alive, Alive

    Alive, Alive, Alive

    Love
    Can’t be grasped
    Can’t be caught
    Can’t be sent away
    Can’t be bought

    If it ain’t there
    It ain’t there

    We long for it
    We yearn for it
    We crave for it

    But, if it ain’t there
    It ain’t there

    It can’t be faked
    It can’t be feigned
    It can’t be fabricated
    It can’t be forced

    If it ain’t there
    It simply ain’t there

    Yet, if it is
    It won’t go unnoticed

    It can be seen
    It can be felt
    It can be sensed

    It can tickle
    It can wield
    It can make the world 
    a giant field

    full of roses
    smelling like the sun

    love 
    can make 
    you feel
    second to none

    Divine
    Sublime
    Heavenly

    A state to be guarded preciously

    But we forget
    We get cushy

    And all of a sudden
    It can be gone again

    As if it flew away
    With the wind
    slowly 
    Breeze by breeze

    Like a fire
    that lost its flames

    We let love slide 
    and feel
    hollow 
    inside

    Empty, dry, vacant, 
    like a desert

    Our heart,
    desolate
    depleted
    defeated

    But we fight
    and we survive.

    And one day, 
    we realize
    the earth is still turning

    And all we need to do
    is turn with it

    And let our hearts
    be like rivers
    forever flowing 
    a constant stream
    kissing the reef 
    embracing the shore

    Life isn’t simple
    Love even less so

    But, hey, it makes us feel alive

    Alive, alive, alive