Can we soar like once we knew?

When I soar high above,
More graceful than the dove,
I feel such joy and love,
Like hand in softest glove,
Soaring with elegance of eagle,
Perfectly effortless and regal,
Floating in the air as if by magic,
Way beyond man's existence tragic.

Yet even such perfection as this,
Must downward fall and the earth kiss,
Nothing it seems is ever wholly pure,
Just as life is designed to merely endure,
Never to conquer, never to break free,
From that torturing certain-ty,
What seems at times the only truth,
That we'll someday lie under hoof.

Can we begin afresh each day like child,
Or is this merely the ideal beguiled,
In some way we need to understand,
Does life just happen or is it planned,
Can we really make a difference,
Does it really matter - our existence,
What happened to our boundless hope,
Without it can I even live or cope?

Desperate ramblings of a depressive,
Some might say less than impressive,
Yet I look out there and see only sadness,
Where once I'm certain there was gladness,
Once there was joy and wondrous excitement,
Now only a fading memory of that enchantment,
'Come back, come back' I shout to the air,
But the silence says it all - life don't care.

Rainbow

Rainbow,
that is so heart felt. Reminds me of me. Sorry you are sad. I'll have to find the one I did for my hubby when we were dating and I finally agreed to move in with him. Then, just years ago, he stated that he thought only crappy poets rhymn poems and a true poet does not. I removed the poem from his dusty shelf and you know, he never noticed, or mentioned it. I spent three weeks finding the right words, the right feel for the poem that stated i wanted to be with him, to spend the rest of my life with him... and that's what he thought of it. When we were dating he thought it was just so great. Guess, some men will say anything to get what they want.
That really broke my heart. I will find it tonight and post it just because this is a poem forum.
Good luck with your love. It's never easy.

Hi - I'm new here and thought I'd give this a try. This poem was written for my hubby, after I put him through heck and back!

The Diaphanous Thread

Beautiful our tapestry‘s entwined diaphanous thread
Joining as the tie that binds us in our marriage bed.

This tapestry made lovelier with colors from our life
With lively hues reflecting joys and darker ones the strife.

‘Lo every work of priceless art some contrast you must see
Fair light would lose it’s radiance if there no darkness be.

Love of mine, enchanted I in seeing colors new
Their splendid fruit revealed ‘twas born of grafting me to you.

So precious mate, let us rejoice tho our Redeemer bled
By dying, He, in spirit lives as our diaphanous thread.