You can compare it to a lone Soaptree Yucca, dune perched, roots stretching into the earth for rare drops of nourishment, liquid treasure from a pregnant cloud.
You can turn to water itself, seeping through cracks thought sealed, boring through rock mountain high, carving canyon cathedrals in its wake.
Even the air will suffice. Drown it with a bag and watch its grand escape, first slipping through holes unseen, then rising to the surface to rejoin its rightful place, free between ocean and stars.
Such is the temple of the universe, a timeless, unbending order.
And this is true of love. That a heart, once lost, shall discover its path again, choosing the same holes, slipping between the same unseen cracks. You will not know its route, nor its hour of arrival.
Aww when I read this it made me miss my husband. Beautifully written, and so wonderfully vivid. I could almost see the golden hue of this poems aura. I really enjoyed it.
You can compare it
to a lone Soaptree Yucca,
dune perched,
roots stretching into the earth
for rare drops of nourishment,
liquid treasure from a pregnant cloud.
You can turn to water itself,
seeping through cracks thought sealed,
boring through rock mountain high,
carving canyon cathedrals in its wake.
Even the air will suffice.
Drown it with a bag and watch its grand escape,
first slipping through holes unseen,
then rising to the surface
to rejoin its rightful place,
free between ocean and stars.
Such is the temple of the universe, a timeless, unbending order.
And this is true of love.
That a heart, once lost, shall discover its path again,
choosing the same holes,
slipping between the same unseen cracks.
You will not know its route, nor its hour of arrival.
But love will find a way back to you.
(c) 2013 by Vincent Lowry