Can Love Last?

Still as the color gray, stone cold And unfeeling, Like a sorrow that has been paid By the heart who loves, loves gently, Gladly, with sincerity and affection, A trembling sense of joy and generosity Raining light full of blessings. Silent as the crisp, cool winter, bitter And stifling the feelings Who bleed light, soft and gentle, Into the heart of each snowflake that settles, Beyond the dark night, Beside the shimmering stars, the moon So bright it seems to sigh it’s phantastic, Wonder so bright it grows wise in its song. Soothing away the darkness, the night Softly glowing with heaven’s delight, Insight into the realms of peace, so alive, Like butterflies and winged creatures, Angels who abide past prayers, In shadows, so graceful, arranging for love, Trembling adoration, awake and calm, Shining as bright as the morning sun – Pouring out joy, on and on… Nevertheless, there in the whispers Fondling the darkness, the memories Exploding on hearts who hear her quivering, Breath, flowing like the enchanted truth, Wings winsome, bringing beauty, Souls marked by hope – spontaneous light, Freezing in place the joy, the grace, Unaffected by the doubts, Deception all around, yet it cannot wound, It is here and now, where we see… Through the hesitant words, into the rhythm Homeless poems, making a way through the deserts, Wilderness of verses unknown, unheard, unbroken Words, dead like the promise of a heart… Seeking peace from the dark – seeking Light from the murky waters of doubt, Seeking love in the cold winter of a past, Where love was trampled out of hope’s grasp, A past where love never was asked… Could it last? Oh, dear… could it last?