Eternal love

“You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless love.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

heaven stevie

there’s a place,
an open door,
straddled between this world,
and yours.
my mind’s eye
can see your face,
in translucent dreams
i embrace,
mysteries of heaven’s design,
eternal love,
in realms sublime!

©AllysoAlly2017

9 thoughts on “Eternal love

  1. I wake up every morning and think of Steve. I wrote this sometime ago, thinking of my pain which is different now.

    The way we will be

    ON JUNE 11, 2014 BY PLACESTHATSING

    I seem to be stuck in a time of a memory that travels in from nowhere, without warning. It paints moments that I had long forgotten. Some of the memories have names. Not all. The colours have the African countryside water-coloured after the rain.

    The way we have been is drawn on a huge canvas with shadows and light. We were fashioned a long time ago, conceived in the African summer and the wide-angled lens of hope. The way we will be is written on the sky and wind. It catches on the breath in the mist and dusk comes quickly.

    The ancestors watch and listen. They know what we will become and stare past our faces into another future of a burned out sun. They turn away as if this will stop our fate.

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    • I love this!
      I too wake up thinking of Steve everyday, and I go to sleep thinking of him. There is a horrible ache in my being, a longing. Then, when I think of where he is, I feel calm and I know that he has transcended into something so wonderful it’s impossible to describe.

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