Sparkling Drift

How selective

Love’s nomadizing secret,

This crystalline passion,

Like the wandering sands of search.

What brings the sparkling drift

Of light’s particles,

Amassing about the detached isolation,

To coalesce with willing sadness reaching for

Happiness larger than itself?

Such is love’s calming

That follows the winds of chaos,

Finally accepting the current positive

Where order comforts chaos,

And tears glisten the ground

Of arrival.

For what benefits a person adrift,

Knowing not bonding’s need,

The grounding of passion’s weightlessness

Finding purchase beyond tempest discord,

The tumult of loneliness

Enjoining ethereal intimacy

Of a sparkling drift

Dancing in the dark?