A Flame, A River, A Sky

A love note! Please take a moment to read and drop a line or two. Thanks!

Love is
the blush of dawn,
when sun and moon collide,
the tiniest speck of dust,
and the boundless sweep of eternity.

It is what we know,
and the shimmering veil of mystery,
an eternal truce
between the day and the night.

It is the green festival of spring,
sung by the birds,
hummed by the bees.
It is the wind’s soft hymn
in the cathedral of trees,
rocking every creature
into a cradle of sleep.

It is the sea,
pressing endless kisses
against the drowsy shore.
It is the rain—
a thousand silver threads—
and the thirsty earth
that drinks them deep.

It is the blossom in bloom,
and the butterflies,
gilded pilgrims of light.

It is the gleam in a man’s eye,
and the velvet of a woman’s touch.
It is the trembling curve of a smile,
and the pearl-like drop of a tear.

It is the secret murmur of a mother
to the ocean of her unborn child—
a lullaby braided from dreams.

It is the embrace that clings like ivy,
and the goodbye that drifts
like autumn leaves.

It is the sigh of a lover,
and the dream that carries
a beloved through the night.

It is a silent prayer,
a fervent worship,
the golden chain of longing,
the freedom of wings in flight.

It is the heart splintered in grief,
and the heart ablaze with fire.

It is both—
letting go like a river into the sea,
and holding on like roots to
the earth.
It is the wild, salt-breathed storm
that splits the sky with thunder,
and the hush
that cradles the world after.

Love is not just all that gravity defies
the purple-dreamed clouds,
the shy pink of a wandering moon,
violet stars trembling like lanterns,
the red-winged sun
riding a vermilion wind—

but it scorches too:
a flame that warms,
a fire that consumes.


Still, love is
all that is born,
and all that passes beyond—
the alpha and the afterglow,
the seed and the sky,
what lies above,
and what breathes below.

Love is all.
We are all Love.

@Rashi M