To Meet the Unborn Love
I remember her plea
to live closer, so
she can give her hand
when I need.
Her words then, the petals in the wind;
fallen stars in the deep sea,
lost in the dark sea.
Her words now, the blades,
dancing in my heart;
I writhe on the shards.
The blade and petals whisper:
you flew so far away
on the night of blizzard;
to find the hope
on the other side,
to meet the unborn love;
the essence of your being.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
Beautifully thought-provoking
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow — “to meet the unborn love, the essence of your being”. I will be holding that idea close to find a glimmer of understanding. Profound.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many thanks, Jane.
LikeLike
Many thanks, Derrick
LikeLiked by 1 person