How the Soul Aches
How the Soul aches to touch for that brief moment in Infinity the Love and Beauty beyond all expression - unseen beneath the surface tapestry of Lifeâs Vibration.
How oneâs heart yearns to be the focus of her sweet, loving gaze â like the warmth of sunâs rays; to brush her hand and feel her velvet skin; to touch lips and seal a promise made.
Alas, with heavy heart and solitary steps, the reality of cold, hard pavements amid lonely streets beat upon the corridors of memory.
The Soul aches for that warmth and love felt behind the Silence of majestic scenery and moving melodies - an echo of a teasing dream.
How cruel for the heart to whisper and weep for that which the body can touch and feel no more, but sleeps.
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Written many years ago upon returning to my room at 3:00am after traversing the streets on a cold, wet early morning.
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Thank you for your appreciation.
Dennis, you are also a Poet. Talented man you are. This is a lovely poem,
it has meaning and essence. I am very fond of the last line, it's a poem in itself. Bring more.Â
Thank you, Bernadete. That poem was a one-off written in 2015. It was more or less my first attempt at writing poetry. William Wordsworth is my favourite poet. I returned to my room at 3am after having walked the wet, cold streets. I felt the strong desire to express my emotions and thoughts down on paper. This was just before I began painting. I did not know how to paint then, so the only medium available to me was pen and paper.
The poem was written with the memories of womenâs faces I had encountered in my past when I was very young. Magical and fleeting moments of encounters now faded into the mist of time.
I will always remember the one dance I had with an Austrian woman when I lived in Salzburg for eight months and the beauty of its mountains. (I have now written a bio on my âAbout Dennis Rowntreeâ page)
On the one hand the poem mentions the yearning for a womanâs love and on the other hand the love felt behind majestic scenery and moving melodies. When man searches for love from a woman, unbeknownst to him, what he is truly seeking is the deeper love from a spiritual source that permeates through all existence.
A small crumb of Godâs presence reveals Himself when thoughts are momentarily in suspension and kept still and fixed upon the majestic and scenic beauty of sky and mountains or moving melodies. After a few seconds, the magical moment ceases when manâs thoughts re-enter and disturb the silence of his mind. Manâs thoughts veil Godâs presence - for God or Source is found in silence. Hence, âBe still and know that I am Godâ.
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