Warmth
There’s warmth from the sun
Caressing the skin
With gentle fingers.
The warmth of an open fire
Bringing a glow
To the face.
There’s the warmth of a coat
A blanket
Or a cup of tea.
But none of them
Warm the heart
As much
As the warmth of love.
Opher – 2.1.2020
Love warms the spirit in a way that no other heat can.
I crave all kinds of warmth but love is by far the best. I could not exist without it.
Love is a refuge
Love is a refuge;
A sphere of unreality
That immunises us
From normality.
Within that bubble
Lies a cosy warmth
Strong enough
To melt the coldest ice.
Peering out,
The world looks friendly
And every problem
Has an answer.
If only love
Could be inoculated
Into the whole population
Of the world.
What a paradise
We would inhabit.
Opher – 14.10.2019
What the world needs is more love.
Yet people kill for love.
I sense love
Let me look at you
And feast my eyes.
Let your voice
Warm my heart,
Smell your scent
On every breeze,
Feel you
In my dreams,
And taste
The love between us.
Opher 26.4.2016
I sense love
It may only be endorphins playing havoc with the brain but love overpowers all the senses, heightens and elevates everything.
Never is the world so full of colour, the flowers so full of scent, the bed so soft or the mood so raised.
Love does this.
If we could only live each day in love there would be no war or hate. It melts everything negative into its warmth.
It fills the dreams with sweetness. It encompasses the whole world and wraps it in a hug.
Love is the antidote.
May it last forever.
Sail Sweetly
Sail sweetly through your dreams, my love,
Encased in the warmth of my embrace –
Surrounded in a golden cocoon
Of splendid caresses;
Safe within the refuge
Of my thoughts.
For the sweetness
That we shared
Has encircled us
In radiance sublime.
Opher 13.1.2016
Sail Sweetly
Love is what makes life splendid.
Perhaps it is hormonal? – Nothing but the flooding of the brain with neurochemicals? Perhaps it is merely a biological device to ensure pair-bonding, breeding and the care and upbringing of children? Perhaps we have no choice?
But then I am a romantic. I believe in love and friendship.
I feel that the feeling of being in love makes the whole world a better place.
Love is real.
There is nothing better than love.
The trouble with love is that it changes. That first madness of all-consuming passion gives way to less turbulent waters. Many leave the tranquillity of those calmer seas in search of the stormier tides – they become serial lovers. Yet I cannot help feeling sorry for them as they rush in search of their daily jag. They are missing the depth, the continuity and security of lasting love – it means more.
The beauty of love is that it is elevating, it makes one greater. There is a melding of minds, a growth of possibility.
Love creates the drive to nurture and protect. Lovers are immersed in each other and adrift from the world. They live in their own universe, safe within each other’s arms.
It Must Be Love
Flooding chemistry,
Electricity flowing,
Hormones raging,
Emotions growing.
Hand in glove –
It must be love.
Centres firing,
Skin perspiring,
Full with energy,
Never tiring.
Hand in glove –
It must be love.
Forever laughing,
Often bathing,
Eyes connecting,
Soon to be expecting
Hand in glove –
It must be love.
Opher 13.12.2015
It Must Be Love
Love. What could be better?
Nothing makes you glow like love, puts colour in the world, and makes everything positive.
All the worries go. The whole universe becomes focussed on one person; someone you would willingly sacrifice yourself for.
It may all be chemistry in the brain, a mundane firing of neurones, a stimulation of nerve centres along with a concoction of hormones, but it is real. There is no excitement like it to bring you out in wide-eyed blushing, sweats and heart thumping ecstasy.
Love makes you feel good.
You fit together perfectly. No one else would ever do.
You want to be perfect for them.
To be with them makes everything perfect.
For love is pair-bonding. It is the prelude to family; the vehicle for selecting genes to merge with yours in progeny.
Love is biology.
Love is magic. Love is all you need.
You Breathe My Breath
When you live with someone for nearly fifty years it is as though you are one. Everything about you has been affected, adjusted and adapted as you learn to rub along. There is compromise but there is also symbiosis.
You have, not only a shared past, but share visions for the future.
Everything we do has been refined as we learn from each other. Both of us would be the less if the other were not there.
We have someone to share stories, bounce ideas off, to lean on and gain perspective, to share wisdom and see more objectively.
Two heads are always better than one. We see things from different angles. We have different strengths, different weaknesses.
Together we are stronger, more confident and better.
You cannot reach so high when you haven’t got a steady shoulder to lean on.
I am a better person.
You Breathe My Breath
You breathe my breath.
You read my mind.
You share my dreams
And all we find.
You wonder with me
And are safe and sound.
In the flood of life
We’re on higher ground.
You’re my safety line
Whenever I fall
That voice of sense
For me to recall.
You’re my compass
And my steering wheel
My fulcrum point
That makes life real.
All I am
Is because of you
All I am
Is because of you
All I am
All I am
Opher 5.12.2015
Long Live Love!
Well – being cynical, love is just a set of endorphins. Evolution has rewarded us with a euphoric brain chemistry for seeking out someone to pair our genes with. It is nature’s way of making us feel good. It is all in the name of procreating genes.
But then there are those that get rapturous and full of endorphins at the thought of God or Allah, to the point where they are perfectly willing to torture, kill and terrorise in his name.
As I am an antitheist who believes that religion is the cause of many of the world’s power struggles and creates too many floods of negative brain chemistry I will veer towards Love.
One life – no gods – no heavens – just a beautiful universe, endless wonder, creativity and love. It may only be brief, only chemistry, and ultimately without purpose, but I adore the endorphins! Long live love!
Long Live Love!
An endorphin rush flooding the brain,
With electrical excitement,
Transforming us to dopey eyes and tenderness.
Just nature’s way of rewarding us
For pairing up our genes,
To facilitate DNA’s togetherness.
Just chemistry
Endlessly.
That same mad chemistry
That runs through mobs
Through the religious fanatic,
A neuronal surge
Of euphoria
Making intolerance automatic.
Yet for us who have no god
Who peer with ecstasy at the majesty
Of all that circles within and above;
No matter how brief,
How futile,
How insignificant,
I’ll settle for love.
Opher 1.10.2015
I don’t promise you forever
All this romantic talk of forever is just a farce. We haven’t got forever; not even a mere hundred years.
Love is an emotion, an endorphin rush, a surge of brain chemistry. It comes out of attraction and serves a purpose. That purpose is to match our genes and produce children that transcend us or to create a bond with someone that is deep enough to see us through life’s hurdles.
I don’t hold with this romantic talk.
I’ll love you while the endorphins last and then we’ll see if we can still get along on friendship, trust, habit and mutual respect.
On the other hand I might just tell you that it’s forever. That sometimes helps.
I don’t promise you forever
I won’t promise you forever
That is much too long.
After the first billion years
We might not get along.
I won’t be loving you
When the stars all blink out.
You wouldn’t like it then
With just hydrogen about.
No, I’ll love you for a while
And then I’ll stop.
Even a thousand years
Would be over the top.
I won’t even promise you
A measly hundred more.
Long before then
I’d be heading out the door.
Ten more might reasonably
See us through.
I have a feeling that
Will just about do.
So I’ll love you while
The feelings last.
Probably until the end
And we’re both in the past.
Opher 11.9.2015
Rock Your Spirit
I wanna rock your spirit.
I wanna rock your soul.
I wanna rock our love
Til we’re both whole.
I don’t wanna bitch
‘n I don’t aim to crawl.
I just wanna wrap you
In my Rock ‘n’ Roll
‘n Love you.
Opher 2.10.95
Rock Your Spirit
This was just a little love poem I put together to a little guitar riff I was hearing in my head. Love is great isn’t it? There’s nothing quite like it for filling the head with a warm glow. If you could take a picture inside your skull you’d probably find the whole cortex radiant with luminosity. It’s those endorphins causing all the neurons to fire – just a chemical high.
Music does that too. When you put the two together it’s double the effect!
I hope it doesn’t wear off after a mere fifty years?