Our need

Like an arrow with razor sharp barb,
Does love pierce the heart uninvited
Causing to surface both joy and pain,
The world no more seen in different shades of grey

Colors sensual and deep,
Reds as bright as blood,
Gold more intense than the sun,
The darkest black bleak with despair.

Such are gifts love bestows on us.
The pain of lovers,
Anguish of parents,
Concern of friends,
Also have times of joy starving off loneliness.

Love gives heat to life
Allowing others to bath in its warmth
Spreading outward to others it’s healing power.
Allowing healing and compassion to flower
The doors of our inner prison flung open.

Life without pain, is just as empty as life without joy,
Both needed in the dance, the pilgrimage we are on.
Struggle, choice, endings and beginnings,
Another gift love bestows.

Love brings to mind our need,
Forcing choices to be made
That either lead to deeper consummation
Or to endings that bring back the grey lonely coldness.
Cycles end, or if not they become eternal, a prison without bars