Eternal Ties

Eternal Ties


This collection of poems encapsulates the essence of Eternal Ties, exploring the deep connections of love, the journey of self-discovery, and the timeless dance between the Poet, the Beloved, and the Guide. Each poem invites readers to reflect on their own experiences, emotions, and the universal language of love that transcends time and space. The poems explore the poetic journey of the poet, the mysteries of love, and the ethereal places that symbolize the emotions, connections, and reflections of the characters!

In Eternal Ties, love transforms through trials and tribulations, painting a landscape rich with emotions and connections. The poet's journey, guided by the Beloved and the Guide, reveals the profound nature of love as an everlasting force that binds souls across time and space. Each poem captures the delicate dance of existence, intertwining joy and sorrow, longing and fulfillment, ultimately leading to the realization that love is the true essence of being.


In the delicate weave of each poem, the Poet and the Beloved traverse the landscape of love, learning and growing through every emotion. Their journey, filled with beauty and pain, illuminates the depths of human connection. As they embrace the lessons of time, they discover that love is not merely an emotion; it is an eternal bond that transcends existence itself, uniting souls across the cosmos. Through the haunting beauty of the verses, the collection invites readers to reflect on their own experiences of love and longing, ultimately revealing that the ties that bind us are indeed eternal.


Eternal Ties

In the culmination of journeys, where hearts intertwine,

"What ties us together, through space and through time?"

The Poet pondered, as love filled the air,

"In the eternal ties, our souls lay bare."


"For love knows no boundaries, no limits to find,"

The Beloved assured, "It’s the essence of mind.

In the tapestry woven, in the dance of the soul,

Eternal ties bind us, forever make us whole."


In the end, the Poet stood beneath the Eternal Tree,

hands intertwined with the Beloved’s.

They had crossed the Sea, walked the Bridge,

and found that love was not a destination,

but a journey without end.


“Eternity”


In the stillness of the endless sea,

Where moonlight whispers softly to the tide,

Two souls entwine, unbound and free,

Their light aglow, where love resides.


Time bends its will, the waves repeat,

A star sends forth its timeless beams.

Across the night, two hearts replete,

Bound by the thread of endless dreams.


No weight of days, no fleeting fear,

Could break the ties that softly blend.

Their forms dissolve as one draws near,

And finds eternity, without end.


Through every dusk and dawn’s embrace,

In every breath, in every sky,

Love holds its quiet, sacred place,

Where time and soul and stars align.


“Abyss”


Like a fading light that never leaves,

in the dark of night, I seek you still.

And if time decides to bury my grief,

my love, I’ll never let you disappear at will.


Every thought of you is a wound that bleeds,

yet deeper flows every tear that falls.

Even if you’re lost within the abyss,

I’ll follow you without wings, through it all.


A word from you, burning through my soul,

and all of me still longs for your flame.

In every heartbeat you remain whole,

like a promise held tight, in a whispered name.


And if time bends the gaze in our eyes,

if pain and silence drift away,

you’ll find me loving you like a secret untold,

like a wind that will never cease to sway.


A Path Unseen

In a twilight hour where the world hushed,

The poet walked upon a path unseen,

Guided by whispers, by stars that blushed,

Toward the depths where soul and silence convene.

“What is it you seek?” a voice asked clear,

Yet the poet turned to find only air.

Eyes searching for the sound, near yet far,

But nothing appeared beneath moon’s care.


A longing stirred, both tender and fierce,

To know the one who breathed life to this sound.

The poet’s heart, an ancient wound pierced,

Hoped for a healing that the world never found.


The Garden of Echoes

The poet reached a garden dressed in mist,

Where petals murmured tales of days gone by.

Each blossom bloomed from a memory kissed,

A quiet ache of things we must let die.

In the Garden of Echoes, time was still,

The weight of each bloom pressed soft against fate,

As love once lost traced every flowered hill,

Yet remained untouched by bitterness or hate.


“Are these your sorrows?” came a gentle sigh,

And there she stood—the Beloved, aglow.

Eyes that mirrored every tear gone dry,

A face that held all the poet might know.


“These blooms are mine, yet not wholly so,

They are memories of what love dared to show.”


The Sea of Longing

Across the Celestial Bridge, the poet sailed,

Upon a Sea of Longing, vast and wide.

Waves were dreams, some bright, some pale,

Surging with truths we strive to hide.

A boat of words carried the poet’s soul,

Through winds that hummed with forgotten cries.

The sea reflected stories untold,

Of partings, reunions, and tearful goodbyes.


Upon the horizon, the Beloved danced,

A distant light upon the restless sea.

The poet strained to reach, yet only glanced,

At the flickering hope of eternity.


An Ode to the Celestial Bridge

O Celestial Bridge, where time bows low,

Bending beneath memories and dreams.

You bear the weight of hearts that know,

That love transcends all earthly schemes.


Between the past and future you glide,

A span of moments too fleeting to hold.

Upon your arch, all distances collide,

Creating a bond stronger than gold.


The poet crossed, fears stripped away,

To where love’s voice no longer concealed.

In this crossing, time met its decay,

And the heart’s deepest truth was revealed.


The Eternal Tree

In a realm where whispers sang the air,

The poet stood beneath the Eternal Tree.

Its branches held the weight of despair,

Yet its roots sang of hope and liberty.


Leaves fell like verses onto the ground,

Bearing stories of what came to pass.

Each leaf a soul that love had found,

Marking moments too precious to surpass.


The poet traced the lines etched on bark,

Each curve a wound, each knot a scar.

Yet from the wounds, new buds made their mark,

Reaching always towards the farthest star.