Romeo and Juliet
Such deep, impassioned, love
startles our mortal ways.
Could we possibly have that
same eternal love?
Flowing in our souls and blood,
and being blind, make light of it?
How blessed, how young, how
fortunate, they!
To refuse on this vexacious earth
to stay.
Like new wine from the vine, they
still in sky tiptoe, in love, do play.
Willing to live in eternity, oh!
Not a beautiful flower, nor stunning
sunset, no....
Could keep them here, this so fractured
and temporal a place.
Be still, and you will hear their joy and
romantic laughter.
It whispers in trees, both day and
night, all seasons and forever after.
October 14, 2019
5:20 am PST
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