Lifelines

At the edge of
the precipice,
(insanity)
near the mouth of the cave,
my heart falls
in love with falling
in love with you.

Our hearts are
locked tightly
(straightjackets)
together
as one
under an unbreakable,
infinite knot.

We snake our way through
the shortcomings,
(breakdowns)
climbing the walls and taking
the falls
of freedom and
captivity of First World life.

Through it all
we walk the maze
(cerebellum)
of love, of life.
We run to one another
with our eyes
closed, we hit hard.

Together we rise,
we fall,
(metempsychosis)
and rise again.
Not as mythical phoenixes
but as scavengers,
survivors of life.

We are crows,
wing mates of desert solitude,
(lost souls)
etching an existence
in the elements,
adorned with the starkness
and beauty of no possessions.

Two hearts healing
and beating,
(lifelines)
scraping by, flying high,
starving and feasting
on our discoveries.
Living freely, wing to wing.

Jaylene Jacobus
The Point of Midnight

Victor Hugo

To Adele Foucher

My dearest,

When two souls, which have sought each other for, however long in the throng, have finally found each other … a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are … begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.

This union is love, true love, … a religion, which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.

This is the love which you inspire in me … Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.

Yours forever,
Victor Hugo (1821)

Immortal Beloved – Morning, July 7, 1812

Ludwig Van Beethoven

Good morning, on July 7

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us – I can live only wholly with you or not at all – Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits – Yes, unhappily it must be so – You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart – never – never – Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life – Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men – At my age I need a steady, quiet life – can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mail coach goes every day – therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once – Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together – Be calm – love me – today – yesterday – what tearful longings for you – you – my life – my all – farewell. Oh continue to love me – never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

ever thine
ever mine
ever ours

Immortal Beloved – Evening, July 6, 1812

Ludwig Van Beethoven

Evening, Monday, July 6

You are suffering, my dearest creature – only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays – the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. – You are suffering – Ah, wherever I am, there you are also – I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!! thus!!! without you – pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither – which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it – Humility of man towards man – it pains me – and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He – whom we call the greatest – and yet – herein lies the divine in man –  I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday – Much as you love me – I love you more – But do not ever conceal yourself from me – good night – As I am taking the baths I must go to bed – Oh God – so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?