Love’s Images
Driving home, my mind took a detour;
thoughts became some other place;
the road, ahead, had become obscure;
my attention, captured by a face.
I couldn’t actually see such a face;
it was merely a thought on my mind;
it was more of a shadow or trace;
a soul, once to me, assigned.
It was the face of someone, who I love;
a woman I knew, a long time ago;
a face, fashioned by the heavens above;
now, fading out, like melting snow.
Was she an image from a far distant past;
perhaps, from a life, now gone?
In any case, such a love couldn’t last;
and only her image lives on.
Perhaps hers, was a composite image;
of generations of love, long past;
such loves are linked, without lineage;
for, true loves, forever last.
Why can’t I just focus on the road ahead?
I can’t go on, with the past, in mind;
dreaming about loves, long ago, dead;
is not how living, is defined.
The Master, long ago, faced a similar fate;
the images of his loves flashed by;
with each of us, the Master could relate;
and God couldn’t allow love to die.
Monty 3/1/22. # 1,001