Love

Why have we given to life
A spec in return for time ?
Help me
Without words
And grant me belief
That hope is still

Empty rooms stay barren
When those who see them
Fill them not

Love is no poem
And poets canst bare it
What are poets
And what do they do?

To have a soul
Is naught
To claim to have and know love

We do not know love
We have fallen
And that is why we write
Who dare makes such a claim

How oh sweet love
Have we forsaken thee
Who can count the ways

Love is the vehicle
That binds and transcends
All connections and relations
Of all creation
In the Universe

It is the keeper
Of the gate
Between the worlds that separate
Souls from their mates
It binds the words and acknowledgements of promise
And is the watchful overseer
Of the seal of eternal vows

Love is the forgotten friend
Who mends
All sorrows
Granting each a new
And better tomorrow

We of this earth
Are too young to time to boldly state
With such freedom that
The world is too blame

In old age we call seasoned
We state we are experienced
How then are we but fifty or ninety?
Year’s at best on earth
And the world is
At least a billion years of old
And more scores have been added since who
Has last read this page

I have sat with father time
And mother eternal
And have seen children born
From each page

We dare call it pride
When we have aged
It is but a spec in measure
For we truly have not seen day

Arrogance and anger is what we reap
And make from traits of these
Boastful claims.
Greed, hate and pride
Are eternal states
And we are but
Specs in space

Love?
What know we of this or these?
First must we be eternal
To dare say
I am...
Then dare must we
To be