s'agapo: Alpha
Love
from a distance
is a vast and dimly featured plain
When we do not live there.
Its deep throes are vague shadows
more frightening from their lack of boundaries
their insubstantial edges full of formless terrors
Its bright joys are burning pyres
too dangerous to touch
too beautiful to turn away from
This foreign country
where others, advancing, told us we were unwelcome
so here at the distance, we stayed
waiting for the invitation, the outstretched hand
that said, "Come"
Never knowing
no invitations are needed
Love is a country
we each walk to ourselves.
from a distance
is a vast and dimly featured plain
When we do not live there.
Its deep throes are vague shadows
more frightening from their lack of boundaries
their insubstantial edges full of formless terrors
Its bright joys are burning pyres
too dangerous to touch
too beautiful to turn away from
This foreign country
where others, advancing, told us we were unwelcome
so here at the distance, we stayed
waiting for the invitation, the outstretched hand
that said, "Come"
Never knowing
no invitations are needed
Love is a country
we each walk to ourselves.