Saturday, 5 July 2014

Love, Where Time Stands Still

A human being is a human being is a human being, whatever his or her colour, creed, sex or sexuality. 

Love is a live poem. 

Just as a poem is a poem is a poem whatever its structure or theme, so, too, love is love is love…in whatever shape or form.

Those who rage against the world's lovers on grounds of  colour, creed, sex or sexuality, rage against humanity.

I look at various socio-cultural-religious factions dead set on imposing their ideas and ideals on anyone who does not share theirs…and…thank goodness for the enduring power of love above all else.  


Today is all we have;
yesterday left long, long, ago
where tomorrow plays host
to a sandman waiting to say,

Tonight is all we have;
tomorrow left long, long, ago,
and yesterday never was
until you came by and said,

This life is all we have;
its ghosts left long, long, ago
on fleeting wings of time
to inspire a sandman’s lively

This love is all we have
to be sure, ourselves, to know
in that personal space
forever sounding out our first

Where time a Bridge of Sighs,
love dares cross, no goodbyes

Copyright R. N. Taber 2014

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