This is Love

Unbeknown the hidden rises up, up, and unto love
calling like a little child "Look, look at me"
but nothing can be seen within the emotive feel
of all I was and am and will be soon again.

A lover's song accompanies the music of a heart
and I catch the words quicker now 

in this awakening to the immortal tender
that moves within a reach and stretch
to where I cannot go.

And as a mind attunes to eternal energy
the best of all you were and are
and will be soon again
strums within a need inexhaustibly apparent
to the goddess in me.

This is love, you know, made somewhere to exist
to lift and push the clouds away
from life's disharmony
clanging so incessantly
in the daily grind.

But life, oh, life, this devil "thing" begets unto most everyone
the ears that cannot hear, a heart that cannot feel,
and a mind so out of tune that it flits and flutters aimlessly
like a lost butterfly.

The best, the best, of you and me will one day listen, feel, believe,
that nothing happens mindlessly to bring within a symphony!