There have been loves before ours,
Loves that, like the sun,
Emblazon the dark...
Dark made bright
Cold made warm
Jungle tangle penetrable
Anguish bearable.
There have been loves before ours,
Recent, medieval, ancient...
Some, distant as the silver stars
Grown old
But burning yet,
Sweet sound in the soundless void.
There have been
Loves, lives, dreams,
Brilliant, unique
But none stronger
None to last longer,
Love, than ours.
Love controverts time.
When the frail flesh perishes,
Opening its cocoon,
The waiting Universe
Embraces its own.
Copyright © 1994 by D.N. Sutton
