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Ode to the broken silence of love lost

By Dino Cesta - posted Friday, 19 September 2014

No longer do two hearts beat as one. It's unclear whether I've outgrown you or you have outgrown me. But this much I know - out of love I've fallen, with eerie silence I'm broken!

Ours was no ordinary love. Once I admired your random streams of consciousness, which lyrically whispered between the echoing screeching vibrations of life's electrical storms. That searing unforgettable fire painfully no longer joyously burns eternal within.

You taught me about pride, desire, how to surrender, and many times were my miracle drug. And you stripped me bare in God's country, in nature's naked essence.


You shared the good and the bad of your home roots. Together we sowed the seeds of Joshua, and rattled and hummed across the American landscape. And I'll forever remember when we traversed the rugged mountains of a besieged Sarajevo, believed in Doctor King's America, and fought for Mandela's Africa on our seminal journey of equality.

But I feel I'm stuck in the moment you can't get out of. Perhaps love is blindness, but your fireless songs of innocence no longer pull at my heartstrings.

When once I saw our mysterious ways as raw, untamed, original, and vibrant, I now see rolling stones, which in time do gather moss, a fading and bloated silhouette of our former selves.

In past days I've tried listening, to understand you, to reconnect again. Have we come stuck in an ocean of unspontaneity, of nonchalant alter-ego irrelevancy!

Am I too young of heart, afraid to grow old ungracefully as one! Another time, another place just maybe things could have been different. In a little while, I'll walk on, be gone, and again become a stranger in a strange land of love. I'll leave you behind at Cedarwood Road to reminisce of days gone, of days lost.

We will again need new dreams tonight. I shan't look back and glorify the past believing my future has dried up, something you once intimately shared with me in our innermost moments, when I'd cry myself to sleep with your caressing symphony beside and inside me.


Once the apple of my eye, with this broken heart in the twilight of my life, and until the end of the world, I will rejoice in what we shared.

In an unexpected moment of unsuspecting surrender, I hope we can dream it all up again, rekindle that spark well beyond the cutting edge, where no line on the horizon exists.

Time has no expiration in the graveyard of love. One day I can love you again. Until such a day when love comes to town, I will follow the city of blinding lights, where streets have no names, and where each beautiful day forever becomes a sort of homecoming for what we had and can still have.

With white golden pearls streaming through my veins, and the door still ajar, for now I say farewell to you, U2, my everlasting love x

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Dino Cesta is a freelance communicator of thoughts, opinions and ideas on politics, economic and social issues and public policy. Cofounder of the non-profit organisation Hand in Hand Arthouse, and the Newcastle Italian Film Festival, Dino graduated with a Bachelor of Economics and Master of Politics and Public Policy. You can follow Dino on View from the Obelisk or Twitter on @dinoc888

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