My cup is overflowing.
Both sorrow and
beautiful darkness
blinding light
glistening snow
soft and cool
attempting to preserve
true green of life
poking out.
Love in a form
familiar yet
distant
wrapped in
the thickness of
a body dying.
Soon love
will be
set free.
Before
love is constantly
battling our
mind’s will to
live.
Through the pain
through the trial
and tears
love has an
awfully good chance
of suffocation
at the expense
of our ego’s survival,
but we must give
it breath and
tenderness and
care because
soon amid
the decay
all that will
be left is
that green
sprig of
love
emerging
from the
cold brilliant
white.
