In thine mere mortal self…
Harmonious tides can wash away such ideas such as love…
The idea of love that stands to be the hope of many.
Thine mere mortal self carries a torch hoping for light…
But never to be lit is the fate of such lanterns….the wicks of which are too be stone cold.
Like the vessel of ones heart also.
What vessel is this that believes in the ability to travel?
To move from one lantern to the next is nothing but tom-foolery; surely?
Why, even if the heart stays and clings to such a hope this is not a solid hope.
For in thine mere mortal self one struggles to claim another human as ones own.
For if I am weak…then so are they.
They; the other.
If weak like me should not be expected to be strong for me, for it is this that i cannot reciprocate.
So what? There is no hope in ones shallow heart?
Hmmmm….maybe harmonious tides will exceed to cover the shore of ones heart…but only for a time.
For there is one who will uncover, to discover, to make new.
There is a hope for the many that cannot find in their mere mortal self, the strength to carry on; to be strong; to understand the wrong.
To make right.
So in thine mere mortal self I have discovered that stone may turn to love. And it is this love that is to be as much of a doing word as any verb.
I can feel it now, my heart clings to another…
So I can be strong when you need me too.
