wherefore are thee, love

Love is a vagabond

it is transient and a drifter

may be present one moment

then journeys elsewhere

but always present somewhere

the bounds of its presence

can be intense and blinding

but by its absence, so too,

can it be scathingly brutal

in Life, Love must be present

if not, Life will not thrive for in 

the absence of Love, its warmth

and nurturing, it's giving and sharing,   

it is the nutriment of Life

sometimes Love is seen from afar,

can be heard, its scent smelled but may

not be felt because of its distant vicinity,

too far from the reaches of the heart

and not accessible to its embrace

Love need not have words, unlike

hate which must be learned, Love’s

essence is of universal vibrations

that is manifest in the sunflower that

raises its petals to feel the morning Sun,

the river flowing into the arms of the sea,

the rain when it bathes the Earth, the Tree

then wanting to grow like the Mountain

that kisses the sky and the Wolf when it

howls at the Moon, the Eagle’s screech

whilst soaring in the face of the Sun

all this is of Love without words