Author Information
Sublime
All that we see, all that we touch,
all that we've come to love so much,
must fall and fade before our eyes.
The Old must pass, the New must rise.
Even Time itself must end.
The walls of Space must crack and bend,
turn unto themselves and fold.
There is no young, there is no old.
Where can we invest our trust
that what we are won’t die and rust?
Some shred of us to stay behind
and others of our life remind?
Though flesh and bone to dust must pass,
there is one thing will ever last,
transcend the bonds of Space and Time;
Love and only Love sublime.
The Endurance of Love
The poet speaks of love as if a muse-god to last eternally. Incredible balance and discussion on change and the corrosive and time-limited nature of the touchable. Absorbing write - Just Bein' Lady A