rules

Rules

they keep us safe,

grounded

buffered from harm.

They order our lives when all about us is chaos,

Like a railings, turnstiles, and razor-wire.

But at a cost,

penned in

corralled

isolated from the the unknown,

Like walls, fences and opaque glass

But walls have doors, fences gates,

For a reason

To break the rule when it is no longer required

When it becomes both superfluous and arcane.

Its security overruled by a higher power.

when the pleasure outweighs the pain,

and the risk more worthy than the solitude

When Love beckons...

There is no need of gates, doors or passages

For the barriers melt away in the newfound reality....

True love

It does not shield one from harm, but embraces till all harm ceases to exist.