This is Love as it is Lost
by Dena L. Moore
Friday, June 05, 2009
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The way the leaves flutter,
Twisting dancers moving gently,
Bound to land but for the moment so
Free and yet vulnerable to the shifting breeze -
Alive but fated to transform their essence,
To drift and move, dip and fade into
Nothingness, the black hole of mercy
Where decomposition is cherished in
Preparation for renewal.
Each tiny bud forms, blossoms, departs
And then dances,
Dances all the way down to the earth.
This is life in a nutshell.
This is love as it is lost, slipping away in silence,
Drifting, dipping, fading into
Nothingness, the black hole where love
Decomposes, alive but fated to transform
In a dance as twisted as a leaf on the wind,
Bound to land free and vulnerable.
Dena L Moore
February 26, 2009
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