Month of Charleston Love: Treasure Map to Your Soul – Original Poem

By Mark A. Leon

I study the lines on your face to discover this treasure map to your soul
There is no ending; no buried treasure
Just a lineage of centuries defined in romance

From the dark ages to the peak of the rising sun
It is a journey of discovery through the annals of time with a future of endless possibility
I hit a wall; but now through the penetration of your eyes, I break through

Sipping wine in the rose garden in an age of Victorian aristocracy
Waiting by the light flashing in the darkness of the ocean waiting for the sailor to come home
Reciting poetry in the pond to an audience of nature’s creatures

In a world of senseless acts of inhumanity you shine a light in this black hole of lost hope

Your kindness is the temple I seek
I bow at the entrance and lower my head in hopes of being ushered in with humbleness
A religion of suspension hanging with only faith to defy gravity

The book of the prophets is filled with blank pages
An interpretive error or a calculated judgement

We seek answers, but we are the narrators of this life
We are the seekers of thought

We are the lovers

I study the lines on your face and I see the path
It is transparent

I move closer to the end of the map
The moment so close
Our breath shared
Our lips move closer to the ultimate fulfillment

Your power hypnotizes me
My eyes fall prey as they hibernate
Into your soft silky lips I land