Romance

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

for 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 permeates the symphony of living
where the clouds release sunlight
storms 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

but oh how sweet its reality