Hope springs eternally
when shared with just one other heart,
and so the circle grows into a chain.
Deeply, it imbeds itself within this flesh
that phases into something more complete -
to be itself within the essence
of an understanding that includes
each heart that beats itself alive.
We strive, in innocence,
to reach the peak of all experience;
wondering along the way
just what we ought to do or be,
for the options are so ultimately
intricate within the scope
of life's expansion.
The young, the old,
the secrets at last being told,
of deep desire and greater longing,
creating songs that seem to sing
our hearts into a rhythmed beat.
(What greater force keeps playing
with the balance that we seem
to want and need?)
Has there really ever been
a man or woman born of earth
that truly comprehends
the greater meaning and the worth
of love itself . . . ?
And yet this hope keeps springing,
from wells so deep we canít deny
the deeper meaning thus implied;
and so we must surrender now
to a bliss that only love allows
to be . . .
? Michaelette ?
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