Wednesday, October 10, 2007

The halo of love

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!

2 comments:

  1. "The halo of love; an artefact, yes,
    but 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:)

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  2. 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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