(love Poem) The Running Lover Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Carrying the torch.
Lighting the way.
Crawling on the floor.
Escaping or entering the darkness?
Determining ones fate as only one breath escapes.
Settling a debt only to create another.
Healing wounds that were never suppose to mend.
A flame comes out of nowhere.
No point of origin.
No reason for the madness as it happens into its very existence.
Sometimes when you are searching, you will find yourself repeating the path that you have taken a time or two ago.
An absence of observation, how did I get here?
Under the moonlight does my own reflection bend?
Could it be possible that two roads lead the exact same way?
Does it matter if ones is of dirt, and the other is of stone.
It's difference is as time itself.
A periodical development in technological breakthroughs.
As if they actually could affect ones direction.
Or the thought of perfection.
Take your time.
Slowly breath in the air.
Enjoying a summer breeze.
Know it will be soon be gone with return of the winters chilly crisp.
Like fingers sliding downs ones arm telling the little hair to stand up as the skin rises in little bumps.
I remember her name.
That wild beast can't be tamed.
Like the melody that surrounds.
A sobering protection.
A belladonna of projections.
The rise and the fall of the lovingly flower.
Both in a sourness and sweetness.
Endless tastes.
Cooking up a pot of stormy rays.
Beaming down wishing for someone to catch it.
But even with closed hands around it when you open them back up they would be empty.
Not such a secret of that which can't be caught.
Does it matter the teasing and taunting?
One that has been known to run, will continue to do so.
A lead to no where in particular.
A compass that points in a random direction.
Never is it the same no matter where it grows.
Mystery does it sow.
My long lost lover now tell me where did you go?