Love might be nothing less than
Tears subsumed to rain clouds,
Frothing over a desert lake bed –
Let this be a dream.
Time might stand-down, stopping
Freeze-frame, every fracture
Or fissure developing in a
Vacuous continuum.
Love, or light, or the absence
Of darkness might spin us off
In parlances, or ‘Poet-Speak’,
Or cubic zirconium diamonds –
Again.
Love, what is that? Well, I might end-up
A stressed-out expression,
Declared not-so-sane; voted
Off the TV island, just because –
Again.
Time, that may be a creation of men –
Explaining death or God or subtle
Shifts between observations
That affection manifests.
Love is that: a legendary emotion
Twisting to infinity, dreamscapes
Of affinity, joyful tears streaming
To quench a desert mosaic
Kelly Vinal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-and-love-2/
