Saturday, 5 July 2014

Love, Where Time Stands Still

If 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.

If a human being is a human being is a human being, whatever his or her colour, creed, sex or sexuality so, too, to BE is to BE is to BE… as we are.

Censor a living love poem in whatever shape or form its humanity, and all that’s left is inhumanity.

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 in a terminally ill world.  


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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