Dilantha Gunawardana

How I Met Your Mother - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

Labyrinths of human calling
Within mosaic horizons
Yet the heart stands tall
To reach the pinnacle of human existence
Love, the virtues, wrapped beneath her need
In the womb of a seed

As from horizon to horizon
Summoned by fate, gliding on the course of history
Was the pitter-patter of a poet at heart
The flower that blossomed under a yellow umbrella
On a station in the soul of Farhampton

A man searching for the soul’s keeper
Journeying to the shelter of an alter
To the waiting lips of Tracy, on a lonely station
In the middle of a quaint suburbia

Love, what doesn’t erase the past
Nor paints over the pain
Not an analgesic or a tonic
But the elixir of undivided completion

Ted and Tracy
A new beginning in yellow
The trophies of a kindred fate
Where time evolved to procreate
Perfection under a marigold umbrella
Of two predestined souls
In crosscurrents of kismet

Ted and the mother
The nib to the paper
Of a poetic journey

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 1, 2014

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