Is a love not a love?
Is a love not a loveWhen it is not exclusive?Or does each fragile threadTie us all togetherNot caring for colourBut tightness of weaveIn the deep textured tapestry of life?Is a love not a loveWhen it is held in deepest isolation?Hidden from life and nurturedBehind tightly lidded eyes,Lit by the inner light of hope,But shaded from the harshJudging light of dayAnd growing like a treeWhose roots find nourishmentOn the very deepest innerThoughts of truth.And is a love not a loveWhen it tries to show the way?Not wanting to travelBut mearly light the pathAnd telling the tale of love lived too fastAnd spun in dizzying eddiesTo young love rushing by,Oblivious to all but here and nowAnd the consumption of their senses.And is not loveThe deep blue backgroundTo all our cluttered mindsWaiting for perceptionWhen the chaos of our livesFinds peace?Direction? Have I given the poem enough direction to make the ending satisfactory? Written September 19th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 08:16 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Is a love not a loveWhen it is not exclusive?Or does each fragile threadTie us all togetherNot caring for colourBut tightness of weaveIn the deep textured tapestry of life?Is a love not a loveWhen it is held in deepest isolation?Hidden from life and nurturedBehind tightly lidded eyes,Lit by the inner light of hope,But shaded from the harshJudging light of dayAnd growing like a treeWhose roots find nourishmentOn the very deepest innerThoughts of truth.And is a love not a loveWhen it tries to show the way?Not wanting to travelBut mearly light the pathAnd telling the tale of love lived too fastAnd spun in dizzying eddiesTo young love rushing by,Oblivious to all but here and nowAnd the consumption of their senses.And is not loveThe deep blue backgroundTo all our cluttered mindsWaiting for perceptionWhen the chaos of our livesFinds peace?Direction? Have I given the poem enough direction to make the ending satisfactory?..."