I awoke this morning,
From an amazing, yet perplexing dream.
A dream or reality,
It was hard to tell.
The impression it left,
Was one I would ponder for hours.
I had a visit from a dear, old friend.
One I hadn’t spoken to,
In quite some years.
The conversation ensued,
Into the wee morning hours.
We had so much catching up to do.
We spoke of so many things.
But, it was clear.
The one subject that was prominent,
On both our minds,
Was one I had pondered for years.
In fact, sought.
The subject was simply love.
I had many questions of my friend.
What is true love?
Can this love be found,
In an existence that’s gone mad?
In a world philosophy that teaches,
To each his own.
I have loved, and been loved.
I’ve known the feeling,
And, I’ve known the emptiness,
Once the feeling has passed.
I’ve uttered the phrase,
At times without real meaning.
Yet, the love I’ve sought, and seek
Is one that goes beyond feelings.
A love that simple words cannot express.
Simply about love.
A love deeper still.
A love without origin,
It has no beginning, no end.
It knows no boundaries.
Has no hills to ascend,
No valleys to cross over.
Has nothing to prove.
Love in it’s purest form.
Love that has no thought,
Or treasure it’s own.
In it’s richest form,
It’s simply a gift to others.
It knows no race, belief system, or creeds.
There is no discrimination where true love abounds.
If only this world, could understand.
It has no earthly origin.
Sickness or disease,
Can never conquer it’s end.
For there simply are no judgements,
Where true love abounds.
“Haven’t I left the example,
For the world to see?”
My friend interjected.
For love in it’s purest form,
“Was never about me.”
As the conversation drew to a close,
My friend turned, and looked at me,
Before he walked away.
“My friend,” he said, “The love
That you seek, can never be found,
In a book, a place, or someone.”
“Love in it’s purest form,
Can only be found within.
It’s only when we find Love within,
That it can naturally flow out.
And, that my friend, was my story.
My end. The example for the world to see.” HB