What we love is as mutable and uncertain as any other reality
The passing face - life passing - a smile passing by-
What does it signify- mean - imply
Just the turning of a head -the lifting of a hand
The cadence somewhere of something lost in times mist
A childhood bedtime kiss
Looks from eyes and words from lips
Laughter that triumphed and laughter that enraged
Laughter softened on the rim of enchantment
Loving now things past despised -hated - neglected
Rejected
When a little farther along lifting as morning fog-just a bit beneath
We see what was never seen before - the beauty of it all
Grandeur of something eternal that will not diverge
It is all a mystery and a guess
Circulating blood and hearts quest
Isabelle Cooper
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-we-love/
