love's value love's worth

hate and violence, i disdain.

love, i cherish but to what end

does its value diminish

when the object of it departs

love, when shared and reciprocated

by another's heart has great worth

but when death devours it, it leaves

the untenable toll of dearth

the sun rays kiss the flower by day

at night it hides away and the

pedals sleep in the dark and dew

as if there never was the two

when the tree sings with the wind

rustles about the notes in Spring

yet when an angry storm comes

uproots it, wherefore, their song

aesthetics captured by mine eyes and

no longer present my heart can’t find

a love once there, now dissipated

into another journey another time

so what value is love if it avails itself

to this void, filled of anguish and of pain,

does the soul truly remember its worth

when so cruelly departing of this Earth?


*a purging/catharsis; tragically lost a friend a week ago, she was way too young left behind two
  todlers: very tragically lost an aquaintance two days ago way too young, he has two young'ns:
  yesterday morning lost a good friend to cancer, I hope she left without pain