Love Life

Featured art by Rimel Neffati

Listen to Love Life by Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Heart Wired by Volkor X

love life
embrace it
seems unkind to waste it
can fire our desire
providing we taste it
reach for the spire
you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight

fear is the killer of minds
disinclined to revere the caress left behind
feeling austere
we steer desperately
veer to the wreck of the hesperus
tethered to fright
light sources falter
thus altering state
of minds tied to fate’s wayward design
pavement cracks fractured
we fall back
on all that
we capture
from major decline
heaven forbid
the participant dies
before vigilant eyes
prize significant rise
bid for position astride a white horse
march towards an indigenous tribe

love life
embrace it
live each dream
and chase it
seek the red cedar tree
fearlessly shake it
reach for the skyrise
you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight

from sheer drops
our teardrops
can quench engineered crops
refurbishing earth
to concur souvenir shop
should a pin drop
within earshot
there’s a slingshot on hand
dead eye and a clear shot
to the quick stop
of the damned
underhand they may be
but with that comes a great need
to take heed
of brave deeds
through pit stops unplanned
fall back
on all that we capture
from gridlock and lift off
equipped to spread wings beyond span

love life
embrace it
seems ill-timed to waste it
can fire our desire
providing we taste it
reach higher than spire
and you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight

to have lost
we had to love
we had to taste
we had to touch
we had to laugh
we had to cry
we had to live
we had to die
we had to feel with every sense revealed by trusting just enough
to know that what we felt was surely love
to know what we were dealt
was purely love

when skies fall down
we drown in sorrow
robbed of our tomorrow
our skin pales
hearts frail
eyes resemble hollows
we beg for one last chance
when chances are
there’s none to borrow
and not a soul appears to know our pain
we shed our tears
yet persevere
with road ahead no longer clear
for days
for weeks
for months
for years
such anguish we retain

sometimes it can feel as though we’ll never likely love again
that cold hands cannot ever hope to warm upon the waning flame
love, for some, is ownership
for others it’s a bonus
such depends on where we choose to concentrate the onus
precious things are precious things irrelevant of endings
fallen angels can remain forevermore ascending

love life
embrace it
live each dream
and chase it
seek the red cedar tree
fearlessly shake it
reach for the skyrise
you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight

love life
embrace it
seems unkind to waste it
can fire our desire
providing we taste it
reach higher than spire
and you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

Click here to purchase All of Me Vol. I, II, III, IV, V & VI

Click here to purchase on Amazon

© Copyright: Rivers of Grue™ Shadow Spark Publishing™

1 Comment

  1. “precious things are precious things
    irrelevant of endings”

    Absolutely. Excellent backing track, I literally want to run towards this 3rd floor window and spread my wings 🦅

If you like what you've seen & read please feel free to share your thoughts with us!

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.