Here in all its beauty
to haunt your heart again.

The pain of life and the love of love.
What to do when your heart of hearts appears again.
After such a long and dormant winter.
...how long does an ice shard splinter.

Till its form shifts again, reminding of its fluid
The spring appears and melts the crystals
so long contained in liquid's frozen state.

So inconvenient, so insecure.
Not afraid of loving
surreal or true
Pops up to make it
clear as day to me and you.

Love is not blind or def or dumb
It is we who ignore the throbbing life
and beating of its drum.

For thought is just an instant
yet love lasts long
even past the moment
when we think the love has gone.

Light in your eyes
illuminates me just the same
so impractical these days, yet
love knows nothing of pain.

Washed up upon the shores
of a distant desert isle
marooned upon an ocean
as silent as the smile
roaring as the wind
the deep blue of the sky.
loves a favorite place of the hearts of you and I

love is not a ruse
nor a just a chemical release
How could common chemicals
go beyond time and form
beyond society and blame
conjecture and clarity
yet be so present
in every moment
of the truth
of who
we are

dancing in the breeze.
Inspired by the rain.

Love is so impractical
yet it flourishes just the same

Here in all its beauty
to haunt your heart again.

Poem by Cainan Ashton
Copyright 2007