Romance-Another Visit
by Odin Roark

Is there a romance of life,
A ripple of peace and rest
As storms fade behind us
And nature's wash cleanses the residual wounds of the past?

Does the blue of calm meet the red of passion with cautious beckoning?
Are we but delusional in our praise of the heart's ceaseless trumpeting of yesterday's echoes?
And what of this creature comfort that oft times is mistaken for love?

Can it be that mind over matter is reality's checkmate for careless games of infatuation,
Where the romance of love proves to be only dreams mistaken for consciousness,
Bringing aloneness begging of forgiveness?

Perhaps…

If truth be told,
Romance is life,
A lyrical perspective
Allowing the music of winged intonations and soulful protocols
To harmonize with the fragrance of smiles
That permeate the symphony of living,
Where the clouds release sunlight,
Tempests arrest our complacency,
And cascades of past emotions take their rightful place
In the now of yesterday,
The present of today
And the magic of tomorrow.

What is romance
If not all of nature,
All of the imagination
And forever the rapture of love
In all its wanting,
In all its impatience,
In all its unknowns,
And forever in all its undiscovered self-perpetuating enigma.

Oh how sweet its elusive reality.