Every lovely place and every lovely dream,
A negative of contrast to what is daily seen,
The fracture that is at the heart of everything,
Inweaves as every heart knows the bitter sting,
Lo, even in eyes that show the heart of love,
A sorrow will befall the sight of a fallen dove.
Revealed in moonlight calls of midnight howl,
As dancers falter, though they be cheek by jowl,
The very crack that allowed light to flood within,
The fault where seeps the sound of dark chagrin,
Lo, even in ears that bend towards the beloved,
A chord is pulled tethered to feeling so unloved.
There is a wincing, when a heart is pricked in pain,
The fear of loss a darkness marked by bitter stain,
When the sweetness of fellowship is sore eclipsed.
A gaze to distant hills, and sight firmly transfixed.
Lo, once more,the music that echoes in the spheres,
A touch again, like spit to eyes, and my vision clears.
In wonder at the angels of your nature taking flight,
And I pulled in as they wing to precipitous height,
You and I, our humanity, caught up in redemption,
As Love each day writes the story of our salvation,
Lo, in dark places this something beautiful emerges,
Shaping our true selves as love's hot alchemy purges.
Until,
Love!
