A poem about love
are you for real?
I can already hear the whimsy
Get ready for the schpeel
Rainbows and butterflies
hearts and unicorns
flying all around
trying to find a landing place
so we can start to find the line
at which we align
with what emanates from the divine
Beyond a silly rhyme
how dare we try to define
the very essence
of the omnipresent
Is it fixed or scattered?
What part of it matters?
Depending on the time
whether giving or receiving
all of the sublime elements
to be found in the creasing
of the imprint left behind
Is it about the moment
the truth
the belief
or the proof?
Do its’ properties change
amidst the exchange?
Heavily dependent
on who is the intended
Understood upon reflection
to be wholly misunderstood
Like the presence of the wind
Felt on the skin
With no clear sight of source
to blame for the change in course
The waves of the divine
attempting to dance with time
Seeing if the shifts
causing one to feel adrift
only long enough to grasp
trust there is one more gasp
before it is all past
and in the end
we all feel the mend
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