Love she glows as bright as a lantern

floating off into space…deep space…eternal space

never to be found…until she is, coincidently

with the sound of a train, whistling its arrival

from where?

One might ask…

to where?

Destination or journey

the importance of which lies…in the beholder of the pen or pencil

Why love? Where is she? Always glowing

but no where to be found…but not lost…never abandoned

It’s her choice

always

where she leads or follows, depending on the direction

up..down..left..right

whose to say what is right?

Love is in the eye of the beholder, as they say

Whom? Oh, I don’t know

in a manuscript somewhere, maybe with love

love and the eye are friends, don’t you know?

Last week they went for coffee, at Denim, wearing jeans—irony 

it’ll be on the quiz next week

Love

love 

Love

Heartbreak

the space between

a razor’s edge of ice…thin ice

Love is always on thick ice, that could split in a second

A polar bear would be doomed, on top of that ice

I was that bear

standing tall, strong, confident 

but with fear of… the end

I knew it was coming

just not when..when never comes

it just is a moment of peril

a death of love 

a rebirth of self

Re-defined whom you ought to be

Lover

or loving

Lovely

or loveless

the choice is yours, of course

Who else would it be?

To stand tall

in the midst of the glacier

before its downfall

it’s the climax of love

at its best

and worst

is there a difference?

the pain is the same

sharp 

Full

impending

consequential

Love

is all we got

when there’s nothing left

a part of us

as our cells are

our DNA

bones

skin

akin to our soul

that lovely

untouchable

entity

beyond words

as love

is beyond