Day 383: I Am Sure of Love

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what love is love that is illusion?

’tis but a dream
that wilts upon waking
and does not sate the day.

yet like all dreams,
can simultaneously taint the mind
with fear of loss
and elation
for it’s ephemeral existence.

o, dreamed-of love,
do you becomes us?

or do you keep us
married to mirages
and focused on phantoms,
that pass over
lovers’ faces
like clouds about a sundial,
obscuring time
for a time,
enlarging the heart,
and not filling it?

 

still –

you curious catalyst –
you kindler of deep-hope coals –

i am sure of love
as living

even if only in one’s dreams.

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