Transition Of Love

Transition Of Love

by Khari D. Hawke

I wait for him to call..... 

The natural happenstance of lust from the very beginning, 
but in time lust transitioned to love, 
love snuck its way into deeplys door, 
and deeply somehow evolved to the need. 

The need to have your eyes meet mine 
as the birds chirped and the sun rose in the wee hours of the day. 

Your voice being the last of the night, 
and the first tomorrow. 
The best yesterday, 
no competition tomorrow. 

You had already won, 
as if the matter of my inner bein were a race, 
i faought and endured to allow love to transpire. 

Yet my mind and my soul fought off the prowler before, 
my strength whithered and died and the mention of "Cynceir" 

Green clouds, 
Red rain, 
colored tears, 
weak veins, 
teathered mind, 
complacent soul, 
convaluted disposition.......... 

All these things and more.... 

And suddenly as quickly as it began, 
a natural nothingness has appeared 

QUITE VIVID MIGHT I ADD..... 

The strong, 
boastful, 
cocky, 
conceited, 
agressive, 
man i allowed myself to be.......... 

Had dissapated, 
Only because i chose to love... 

Yet i still... 
Wait for your call, 
Wait for you to urn the key and enter our sacred place. 

But in reality, 

I am lost in the transition of love. 

From reality back to reality, 
then to rock bottom. 

Though it wasnt intentional, 
I have no control over these, 

Green clouds, 
Red rain, 
colored tears, 
weak veins, 
teathered mind, 
complacent soul, 
convaluted disposition.......... 

Because in reality, 
the transition of love, 
has been as easy as I allowed it to be...