Love

You come to me and ask

the meaning

of this word.

How can I tell you?

How would I know?

I can drop you hints

point you in directions,

Wind you up with lessons taught me

watch you buckle and break

I never found the same meaning

twice,

In some way white had

become gray.

Never in my head was it clear

but just over there,

it was always that near.

How can we find meaning?

In a universe that folds upon itself

like a broken umbrella perhaps,

We could wait for a new one

but would it be any better?

Or maybe more twisted and turned

more frozen and burned.

I think extremes make this world

for when we dream we move

closer to

or farther from

the world.

But when we wake

we make life a balancing act,

like performers without a contract.

Ignore the universe.

It has its self to fold upon

and I have you.

Locked forever

in the dance of the circle,

our thoughts always focused between

never reaching the meaning,

always side-step with dreaming

but at least we know.

I think it sad we know

I think it sad I can never tell

you what I know or mean,

But I will tell you my dreams,

and we’ll call that understanding

between;

love.