Love is light with the darkest heart.  A great hole knocked in the bottom.  There’s an exchange of energy there.  Where the waves and the shores give  birth to a sun beyond the horizons.  And a searing blaze comes to us for strength. …It would not resist or even protest.

There is no note of sacrifice in a voice  that brings on singing spells.  And the night seems a little less dark,  and to the West, there is a lightning in the sky.  It throws a hard shadow into the mountain cleft.  And the sleepers stir in their bed and awaken.  Ochre yellow concentration aimed…

We’re still quarantined and I  can only imagine the strike  and rush of little waves   on my favorite beach and  their silent withdrawal.  Where do they go?  I don’t know.  Humanity’s fate  has a chance,  nevertheless.  …They joined the forefinger with thumb to show how great it was.

The fierce torch of youth  lights our faces strongly.  Nearly all are alike  but watch that fire  burn down. Will that beauty fall?  Life is more than a  twig fire and this  fire does not die  down quickly. …They rocked from side to side and moaned out a song.

A tiny movement on  Earth can draw their eyes.  And there is no certainty  in seeing.  Our love for life  is but a mirage for them. …Now they have come to see the baby.