As the future gets less
the past is more blessed
though haloes are hard to find
amongst the artefacts unearthed
from the corners of a mind.
I only need one to fit above love
and I know it is here somewhere
wrapped in the mohair of tenderness
and packed in a solid gold heart.
I wore it one time as a once off affair
but it slipped like a disc
from the spine of goodness
and leaked from the inner out.
It happens like that when life has its way
because how stupid today to wear a halo
but to remember the best when the future is less
polishes to a glorious shine
the much too long neglected.
The halo of love; an artefact, yes,
but a treasure that lasts beyond death ~
and I know it is here somewhere!
"The halo of love; an artefact, yes,
ReplyDeletebut a treasure that lasts beyond death ~
and I know it is here somewhere!"
And I believe that is true, because I believe death is not true.
Love is the greatest we have to offer, although frail, very much everlasting. You exhibit a wealth of understanding in your writing.
JL:)
Hi, JL - It's only the walking talking human being that makes love frial. Maybe one day we will add "education" to the list of things we do - can always hope. Thank you for commenting and, yes, I also believe that death isn't true.
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