Here we are, dancing on the moon full of night, feinting left and moving right, like two courting flamingos, elegantly stepping round and round in a vivid feathery pink.
What passes between birth and death is but a night shadow's kiss, and there is little time for bitterness and regret. Sand running through the glass trickle too quickly and years pass in the blink of an eye. What is wealth, material possessions or love.
There can be no love in the world but imagined love, there is no balance, nor scales that can weigh love nor can there be any measure that can measure the passion and thoughts. If it is but a feeling expressed and perception lies in each mind - how can there ever be a balance, thus there can be no true love.
In this world of ours, love and sex is too interchangeable for any real distinction, so is affection, for playas now use the guise of sweet romantic affection as a lure and a lair and a promise of continuance. So wouldn't it be that love is a word invented to lure two minds into eternal fetters where only death can part them? Divorce should never be invented if love is the sum of all the parts, but it has been for true love does not exist.
Yet.
Life is beautiful and amazing in little pin pricks of light streaming in from curtains drawn, lights off and your voice in my ear, unending comfort as you light the candle at your bed. Life is strange and confusing in the protective hand over my body drawing me close. Life is bound over miles and miles through new technologies in the hours spent online just discovering each other without the physical barrier of the body.
Why don't we believe then, that there is love, and then there is non love. The state in which we believe we are in love is a many faceted diamond, precious and beautiful and it sharply contrasts with the darkness at the end of it. Yet would you rather have had the moments and lived with passion or have no partaking of this wondrous double edged knife with honey dripping?
I am glad for the memories, for the moments, for the dancing and the drums seem to beat ever so often, once more.
There is no subsititute, no exchange, no regrets. Live passionately and gloriously in the moment, as if all that exists in this life is the bubble of the memory, and if the moment too has to end, let it pass and do not struggle nor lament...you have the bubble of crystallized memories that you can take out of your drawer of life should there be sadness or pain in years to come. Take that moment, relive it iteratedly, it is yours forever to keep, to muse, to dream.
Live every moment not wanting it to end, but not in want. With no expectations nor plans for the future, how can there be disappointment and regret.
Be real, be brave.
Live.
