The heart is a lonely hunter
seeking another lost heart
to complete his own
A long cold hard journey for the hunter
Alone and searching
Through dark caves he treads, past dangerous creatures he braves,
with debilitating loneliness on his back (shoulders)
His beating heart: a compass with no guarantee
hope in a small arrow pointing there.
Hope...so strong it transcends time. Older than humanity.
the hunter has hope-
of love...of happiness...of worth
As even the trees reach up to entwine their fingers,
the hunter knows value
Steps stronger stance steady spirit lifted the hunter goes on
With time, the heart breaks
No- not broken just not whole
The cure, the hunter knows, is searching just
as hard and treading just and lonely as he.
Along the way there are detours of false hope
Blinded by weariness he sits and settles for
He is happy for a while, but
the road beckons
his heart begs for more
and he marches on
The heart is at its heaviest
the hunter is at his loneliest
he wants to give up
succumb to the despair and sit
and feel the relief on his aching feet of not
having to take another step.
Torn between the possibility of
and the pain of
no longer marching he is at a walk
his only companions the trees and the moon
his only solace his words
But even they do not distract from the longing
He begins to question his path
Why? Why? Why?
If he was meant to have love why didn’t he?
If he was meant to find his huntress why hasn’t he?
If he was meant to be happy why does he suffer?
Is he even promised his happy ended?
The truth is no, no one is.
No path is certain and no road is clear
There is always doubt in every possibility
But hope is tremendous
and never misguided. If he finds his love the pain will be a distant memory
all the failures and trails make him strong
Strong to be worthy of the purest love
The pain is a ruler
a reference to show what happiness love brings
Suffering shows what joy really is
To be handed a precious stone in a velvet box with a satin ribbon teaches nothing
To strike a pick ax against the cold dark walls of a mine for eight years to encounter the stone teaches the value of such a gift
Love even more so
Love is not a straight line
It is never easy and it’s hard to find
Love is loyal and strong and hard
When love is found
something so amazing it’s magic
something so beautiful its unquestionable
And when that moment comes all the questions are forgotton
The hunter cannot ask or answer questions of love
Only thank whatever power led love this way for
a purpose in the struggle and
a light in the deepest cave