The language of love?

Profusion
Of colors,
Each having an individual voice—
We are also
Bass and soprano—
While the heart
Proclaims a hidden flux
Of emotion

For the heart, with its
Races of features,
Finds in such oscillation
At all the centers
We are like love—

The fruition
Formed by breath with tongues
Offering lips
For new shades
Of inviting faces—the difference
Is our depth
And immortality;

Subtly—a bird’s shadow
Slips silently over snow,

Not a footprint left
In the frozen prisms
Splashing back light
Till a beam finds its way in
And captured we realize—
If just for a parched moment—
We are all fools
Of our own Sun’s baking;
Driven mad by
The glitter;
Wishing upon
But often forgetting
To gather and retain
With our stars
Some portions
Of their
Beloved night

The language of love?

devotee1

Joined February 2008

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