Our encounter so pure and pristine
Was it the presence of the ‘guardians’?
Or the sheer absence of tainted faculties
No handshakes or hugs needed
A simple standing acknowledgement of each other’s presence all that sufficed
Intentions so glaring…hardly misconstrued
Her punches and subsequent flight…a clear invitation for a chase
Our limits though unspoken…clearly stated in black and white
It is termed the age of innocence…and I couldn’t agree any less
The years speed up….the numbers lost in translation
Obvious changes….hardly understood
Protruding frontiers….rounded centers and bulging posteriors
Rising serpents…hairy skin…and a voice that has lost its innocence
Intentions different…actions misunderstood
A period of differing ideas
Over dwellings on fantasy effecting a myopic assumption of transparency
Limits hidden….exposed only in hidden corners and dark places
The concept of contact and flight pretty much simple still
Yet…it is called the age of faith…..when the dawn of reality is yet to arrive
Faith?
Yes faith!
Of belief in tales so beautiful…
Of good intentions….of heroism
A period of sincere emotions….of ‘madness’
The willingness to give up everything
The idea of personal gain not yet translated in its purest form
Back to the present
Broken hearts….bruised egos
Intentions rapidly evolving yet clearly understood
Enemy camps fully prepared….faithful warriors ready with sharp swords
The concept entirely lost in translation
Encounters more like a blood fest
The least illuminated…a ready sacrifice on the altar
Her touch, smile and hugs…..shrugged off as insignificant
Her kisses and whispers…a call to war
Swords drawn…hearts shielded…mind games ensue
It is called the age of reality…of enlightenment
Lasting longer…a detriment or advantage….?
Beyond the present…the last days
Weary eyes and bodies yielding to the stress of time…to battle wounds
The answers sought for ages….a free commodity gifted the foolish and wise alike
Reasons for war forgotten
Regrets….sour grapes to consume in the dark
It should be called the age of illumination….or that of wisdom
Then again…the answers offered give no solution neither does it alters our fate
Then again….the real enemy is unmasked
And the ages of innocence and faith remain solely missed
© Nd Obi
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