Dazed by the marvel of love our whirling endures
Love is that that never sleeps,
nor even rests, nor stays
for long with those that do.
Love is language
that cannot be said,
or heard.
The mystic dances in the sun,
hearing music others don't.
"Insanity," they say, those others.If so, it's a very gentle,nourishing sort. |