Graven Image of Love

Pain in love is fake,
For love is deep and vast as a lake,
Flowingly gliding to the wide,
No measure of man can gauge; do not go annoyed.

To behold a distance moon,
To weave flowers as a festoon,
To yet find solace and comfort
Love is weighty; love is lode

From where the first cause prevails,
From where life is to the vast sails,
From where the measure of man is sought,
From where it meets life’s true, genuine lot.

From where all light passes across;
Sail and live in love and all hurdle cross.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin