And soul commingle into
Single things that cling as
Planets roll and ring
Ahead of night --and there,
If we wait where all
Creation resonates,
Remains a silence
That explains what love
Is: it is ours, as at
The garden door, your straw
Hat fills up with stars.
The fact that Love is best explained by Silence, not by words but by gestures is very nicely expressed in your poem. Your poem also makes us believe that stars are not too far from people in love.
ReplyDeleteStars, lovers, friends, planets, families and the tremendous operations of the universe --it is a coordinate system, a concert.
DeleteSouls mingling is the true expression of feelings.
ReplyDeleteThere is a reason your feelings are important --the cosmos speaks through all of us.
DeleteLove is...the interaction of so many things...and we are just a small part...yet are it's total, final expression!
ReplyDeleteSo, so, beautiful...:)
Perceptive Ygraine. Thank you.
DeleteI am yet to experience love but I suppose love is the state where you don't have to say anything. Or you don't actually need to say anything. No explanations, no assumptions, no questions.
ReplyDeleteThat is an excellent description of love, KK.
DeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gwen!
DeleteI just took a little journey through your poem, pausing to relax at spots like "single things that cling" and "creation resonates." Your word choice is brilliant. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Geo.
You're very nice too, Robyn, and I appreciate it.
DeleteBeautiful ...
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