Love

do not pity 
those lucid dreamers 
who dwell 
among the winding roads 
of the heart 
forgive them 
should they misread 
the sign that states: 
“impasse ahead.” 
as they remain 
steadfast 
with their gazes affixed 
on the horizon, 
with winds 
of unspoken promises 
flowing through their hair, 
as they 
quietly smile 
calming 
certain deafening cries, 
defying sense 
how blessed they must be 
afflicted by 
this 
amnesia of the soul, 
the luscious antidote 
to bitter memories, 
for 
despite the odds, 
it is they 
who shall prosper 
above the dying embers 
of yesterday, 
who dare 
defy those naysayers 
to live 
to love, 
to their true heart’s content 
cherish them dearly 
for they shall 
inherit 
the divine secrets 
of the heart …

Against the odds