So close and so near in the silence of the night an emptiness stirs inside our loves embrace. So silent is the night and chills imagined touch our inner mind, as we silently half sleep and half awake, know our love is lost to fortunes touch. Sublime we chase the elusive memory of trust that’s not been captured here. We wait the night as passion spent and love has faded in the mists and dark our search is incomplete.

Our lovers stir as sleep is just a breath as smooth a rhythm we made good, they feel a lovers passion and trust as we feel that chill embrace, we feel that loss, the gnawing rush to take back that impostors’ lie. We cannot pretend our feelings match that breath of certainty as our inner being feels that need to run and hide from shame itself, our shame mistaken in our lust.

So beautiful our lovers face, so trusting in her ways. I captured all of her fair heart and mine is lost in time. When we love the one we are with, we find no love at all, for connections deep, so etched upon our consciousness are never found in moments thrall. Betrayed by my lovers magnetic charm, and my own for sure, I take my sadness through the night and wonder where I may, to share that dark truth as love is lost in silent days to follow, where that moment we entwined and in a union so intense we forgot our love was lost.

The silence follows as trust is waning and we cannot face our crime, to offer all we ever have and snatch it all away. Then silence as our moment grows to days and nights, we feel regret as our punishment beats down. To tell her of my state is never right for sure, but silence kills the very thing that was never there. How could I be so callous as to offer her my love, when love was ever present, the love was there I know it was and now abandons both of us to that all knowing despair. That love itself was missing and for sure was never there.

As silence reigns and keeps my counsel, I cannot hold it in and awkward moments then to share the awful truth as honesty falters in its words. The lie detected days ago becomes a harsh and bitter certainty as love imagined fleetingly is snatched away from her safe keeping. It was never safe with me. How many times has love so driven me to passion. Countless times if I care or dare to recollect. For it takes a practised loving person to deal empty blows without compassion and all in truth and honesty, broken are those sweet dreams made in passion spent. Calamity hollows out our soul as love is realised too late, as absent as the character who shared your bed was never there to return that fate. For he was lost long ago…

And in our lusty empty moments where we fool ourselves, we turn our ego higher than we dare, for in our love we cannot bare our awful truth. And see her face as crumpled dreams are turned to anger and despair. She hates the very mention of that word we know so well, that word is love. And so in desperate measures, the silence helps to mend the pain and broken imaginings of something never there.

And so internal argument as in my love I do entrust their hearts. I did not realise where love had gone and tried to make it so. A broken charming edifice, so starved of love he would search it out, and love as hard he could, but love is never forced my friend, love is all around. His defence is there to settle the score, that elusive empty inner being so scared he might succumb to love, and find it slip away, again he runs away. As he has learned the lesson well that love hurts and hurts and hurts.

All we need is love, and so the record plays as imaginary love complete competes from day to day. So fleeting in his touch he thought he never realised, that love is always quite profound and never ever lost. As he tried to capture that true love as quickly as he could, and let it slip away.

Trust to every instinct deep as my love it came with every good will, as time has taught me through the years to share it with due care, no longer searching for that one, where love is never there. And holding to integrity and bonding with myself I see, in sharing with a real honesty, that love is not always there. Let go that monstrous burden, that shameful beastly edifice which swayed the hearts of many. Come out and be myself once more and open to the truth we see. Love is real and lives in me, once more as time has healed my rift with the present and reality.

And as I return to honesty and share the truth complete as can be, times have moved along. Patterns break as sure as I was broken as the truth was out and lies untold in silence and that embrace of passion hid from every being so I thought except for one and that was me.

Never knowing always driven and keeping it well hidden, the breaking of that surface fool, to reveal the deep inside, keeps me going now as love comes close and holds me in its sway. With care I muster all of me to meet the challenge of these times to stay with truth and on this path, a Journeyman at last.

The path of life, where torment holds and joys expression makes us good, we learn to be ourselves. Each experience we encounter and live, offers inner peace and understanding as forgiving as the man can stand and recognise that impostors touch. For every moment shared by me, was ever done to me. We learn and learn again if blessed, just how easy life can be as we hold to truth, we keep intact integrity.

So easy for anyone to fall between those two extremes, we never were imbued with completeness of the lovers guide to loving and the truth. Fortune holds the key, as acceptance of our imperfect perfect way to living emerges as we go, some take a mere moment learning and others for eternity, to understand the path of love, trod hard and heavy, then treading softly as we learn our craft.

Forgive me as you are forgiven as lessons learned through time, every moment never forgotten and that is our testament to life. Pass on and share our thoughts and know whatever we might say, that wisdom comes from life itself we only demonstrate to those who see. With their wisdom eye so complete, from loving and loss and time, the benefit our hindsight. And let it be, for we know there is no other way, we need to feel that love inside and what it really means, our common understanding comes with endings we endure, to joy in which we bask at times reflected in eternity, the wheel of time permitting.

Forgive completely every day when in a moment we can be whatever life is offered, no journeyman walks without the scars and never loses any passion. For truly love is all we need.