LOVE IS A PUZZLE

I dreamt...

I said: Love is a puzzle!

She said: No, love is not a puzzle. It's simple!

I said: No, it's not simple. It's a puzzle.

She said: Why do you think that love is a puzzle?

I said: Because I can't figure it out.

She said: Good-bye!

I said: Don't go.

She said: I have to go now.

I said: Why?

She said: Because you need time to yourself to figure out your puzzle.

I said: The soul is far too complicated for simple solutions!

She said: I know you really feel that way; that's why I'm leaving now.

I said: What can I do to change your mind?

She said: Nothing! This time is over. This time has past.

I said: We'll never see it, again?

She said: Not with me you won't. Maybe with another, if you stop thinking so much and just accept life for what it is.

I said: What is the acceptance of life for what it is?

She said: I have to go now. Bye.

I said: Bye. Good luck. God Bless! -whispering to myself- I love you.

Then the dream disappeared, forever.
And it hurt to see the vision vaporized into thin air.

Awake, I thought to myself:
The day will come when I will write in the context of
the happiness of love
instead of these emotional disappointments.

Looking towards the Heavens...
I could feel the change in the air.
I must let it embrace me.
Without fight or anything to say.

Michael C. Teniente
November 25, 2011
Los Angeles, CA. 90004