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The Dawn of a New Thought

The dawn of a new thought causes silence To reside in a corner of the room. The main ingredient is love again. It adjusts early morn so it can resume. Only its approach exerts a difference In its method of valiant power stored. When it reconstructs the heartifacts of its plans, It knows full well that its mighty ship is moored. It possesses the key to capture folds of the heart, But never in time's clockwork does it arrogate. It seizes the day and also the night. It is a king that does never dictate. It is a queen who does cover herself That only her husband, the king, may see. Only a glimpse of her beauty is seen by all And that on her face illustriously. She imbibes the secrets of her treats for her one And imbues what she will only when she writes. The king draws up the sketche'd blueprint Of the dreams of the desires she ignites. He built the foundation ere they did meet Within his heart full of preparation. His hands and heart past the stage of begun, There is no waiting in hesitation. She, in unison with him, declines not To fulfil love's urge to open the gate. Many rooms are annexed to the palace Now that her graceful hands extend to his plate. Suite delights await in every chamber And queen ventures as king ushers in. Their music plays essence rhythmically And love's ballad never waxes thin. They take off their crowns when they are alone And share what, by love, they've both become. They behold the character of intimacy As no intruding eyes are there to play dumb. The gowns of their majestic magnificence Are removed to bare something more excellent: Whispering words never spoken before- Private, never public, full of refreshment. They speak of many things as true loves do While fire burns below their fireplace's mantel Where their love is tried and proven gold By the past molded over time's anvil. Invisible fingers of passion's energy Now play upon their hearts to make them ever strong.  Visible signs show emblematic expression Of their dance, their moment, their life, and their song. Pleasure escapes to the highest unseen realm Where the physical fades to spiritual And emotion takes off into high ecstasy Where lofty clouds appear beyond the lyrical. All else is plainly small from their aerial view And what is below them can't even be distinguished. What else can they see besides themselves and clouds of love In these heights where their fire can not be extinguished? Mood of pure delight in a place that few reach Excels and exceeds in bliss's space of time. The road that not many ever get to cross Still remains as the great dividing line. There is a border, but the only boundary Is the constant perseverance of two wills. Love longs so weightily that it will search for life If it takes seventy years to cure the ills. Love will await in white for its healer For it confides that time can never freeze. As time walks forward, every dream gets closer To the day when love's all is set at ease. Love will write ten millions of new pages And encompass o'er a billion lonely lines 'Til it finds the turning point in its story And its answer that love surely defines.

Copyright © October 2004 Amour Stakwi'a Dresbach

Additional Notes:
Heartifacts is my own word. Suite I intentionally spelled that way instead of sweet for purpose of expression.


This Poem was Critiqued By: James Edward Schanne On Date: 2004-10-22 10:05:45
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.93750
Love in ideas or ideas in love? Thats what stricks my mind in this poem and I am not sure which side of this question I come down on from this. but perhaps that is the point of it all. I hope so, Thanks for letting me read and comment.


This Poem was Critiqued By: charles r pitts On Date: 2004-10-12 10:00:37
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
This one was way over my head, and beyond my vocabulary. Was a difficult read for me, feeling like a verbal bombardment inside my head. But I'm no expert. This may turn out to be the greatest poem of the 21st century. Such is the beauty of poetry. I feel stupid when I read this, like there's something great in there I'm missing. Your choice of words does create a dream-like flow that is quite pleasurable, I just don't know what it means. By all means, continue...
This Poem was Critiqued By: Robert Wyma On Date: 2004-10-09 19:23:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
A full dedicated write that uses interesting, non-traditional language as guided in the comments. The depth into which you take me, the reader leaves me often wanting less. From my perspective, when I write something heartfelt ( for me alone) , I have to play it out in full context, much like you have here. When I am writing to engage a reader, I will become less detail oriented, allowing the reader to become the poet and fill the characters with their own stories. This very detailed write does not allow me the space ( perhaps on purpose) to project my experiences or imaginings into it, so I feel always at arms length. I will not presume to have the expertise or talent to tell anyone not to overwrite. We all write for personal reasons. I am just suggesting that the core idea, or central piece in this poem never emerged for me. In the beginning I see the metaphorical King and Queen, and the last stanza shifts to its focus on Love, and I am somewhat lost. Perhaps they are reconciled and as one, but I just don't get it that easily. I hope this helps. Just being honest. Thanks for sharing. Robert
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