Better than Love

There are things better than love

Like writing of love

Of savouring currants

On your verandah

Dawn-shine

When the sun is just right

And the moon is hung

From the tree of juice

And shading the shadow

On your walls

Till it is the pink

Of your lips

And sending doves into dark caves

Blindfolded

To extract the light

Which circles your eyes

There are things better than love

Like looking for love

In hot dusty corners

Of memories and promises

And broken sentences

To go over

And over and over again

Over what is already spent

Over what was once constructed

And like an eclipse

With shrouded vision

Seeking only the miracle of light

In a soup of darkness

There are things better than love

Like waiting-

For the perfect halo

And the perfect shadow

The perfect silhouette

Upon your wall

Not your own shadow

And not on your own wall

There are things better than love

Things which lead you to Love