Love is an illusion <br />Blossoming into reality <br />Once scribbled by sleepless poets <br />On loose paper or graffiti walls, <br />Writing as authentic <br />As the ancient Zen poet Han Shan <br />Who wrote on trees and stones. <br /> <br />Poems are like the mouth of God, <br />Once they’re spoken, they’re true <br />And usher in life and consequences. <br /> <br />Through the maze-like streets <br />Of amorous poems, <br />I’ve followed fragile girls home <br />To kiss small tears <br />That have lingered in their eyes <br />For numerous years <br />And discovered emotional truths <br />Too weighty for my arms. <br /> <br />Now, how do I navigate safely <br />A raging river of desire <br />Scattered with huge rocks of vulnerability? <br />How to express well-intentioned love <br />To creative souls <br />Without shattering the spiritual ship of everyone?<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spiritual-ship-of-everyone/
