My love knows not
the oceans,
nor the continents
that divide.
It sees no void too great
or space too vast
for hearts to collide.
My love witnesses not
The ticking of the clock
or the aching chasms of time.
It only knows the beat
that lives
in this heart of mine.
My love sees no borders,
nor hillsides too high to climb,
it doesn’t appreciate the ice
as it creeps in glacial tides
across mountains that
have stood
through storms and floods
for aeons.
A testament to time.
It only sees the heart that races
and all the aching feelings inside,
when two that should be one
are not on the same pathway
whilst their stars are so aligned.
My love isn’t bound by
distance, it sees
everything across
the vastness of this
exhilarating existence
unwound
like threads of time,
linking hands, across
the grand cosmic sands,
and it holds it all close.
Pulling those threads,
feeling the intertwined
storylines
of the weaving strands
as they sew themselves
into this cosmic tapestry.
A stich at a time.
Or does it unravel
at the way two
can yearn for so much,
yet learn to weave away
from that which is divined.
