Interwoven throughout life's fabric, 

Waves of love from souls eternal, 

Mending the whole of the weave, 

Heartlessness would tear asunder, 

Yet, could never, as we're here,

Evolve life, create light.

from whence and to whither, we've come and may go

Minutiae of life, betwixt

Sacred and profane in the mundane,

If lustless, miraculous disdained, 

Evolves at it's own clip

Giving the unseeing eye the slip,

A crysalis of sorts,

Caterpillaring into 

Butterflying love.