I think love is what we need in the world.
We needed it so badly we created it. Then we fought over it. And we corrupted it. It even became a disease. Until we found it had a medicinal effect. It could heal.

Love seeps into the ground where we bury it. The decay leaves traces of it. So is love also in death? Love is powerful indeed.

If love can find its way in life and death, it must not be mortal like us. Perhaps we can call it Divine. It must be what we see when we look up to the sky.

That’s why we describe it in so many ways. It flows like the blood in our veins. And when we no longer have the strength in our heart, it becomes the soul of our own.

Love was a new moon
Darkness snarling blindly
Eternal life curse

Salivating tongues
Juggling one tasty rock
A sweet distraction

I let the shape of your face
  Fade from the clouds
  I let the musical sounds
Heavy with pain play

   Now soft as a feather
As birds of my heart sang
I let the break of a new life
     Let you go

Her branches hung low
to the ground
They brushed the dirt
that they sat upon
How beautiful is pain
when it grows
It has a way to hang
those gentle woes.

See that tree all alone
yet so full?

Her shadows weep
in the bristles of doom
Then the sun comes to play
in the cold bushy monsoon.
As gusty sighs sway her eyes
to greet the galloping moon.

The bouquet of flowers
Your note attached
Flew into my arms
In a tall vase to match
Their dying embrace
As you wrote to me
Fell deep inside
Are petals you see

That still smell
Oh so beautifully
Even though
They were drying
Then dying
Oh so subtly