Love, Now, Is Blue

Love, it would by all appearances be, Is for now ever blue, Never quite fully captured by Me, nor by you. - To look far into the deep blue sky Is to long to consider so why, Why is the purest of beauty and love Just beyond the reach Of mere mortal man, And why do we thus desire so Yet fully fail to understand? From whence comes this high passion And unto where does it all go, Why does it mingle with lowly man And what devine mystery does it intend to show? ... oh, how I greatly long to know. 'Tis it a possibility that ever could be, Or over my ignorance Shall it ever and ever evade what is me? - Answers to questions such as these Can by no means be found In institutions and instruments Nor even completely in books leather bound. No, one must seek such where God resides: The fresh flower, a new born smile, the breeze and the tide, Green grass on a hill, a river flowing, a bird on the glide, In the twinkling eyes of someone who truly cares, In the grace of giving, And of hugging the ones with whom we share; - Love, here and now, is indeed blue; Because someway, somehow, beyond comprehension Deep within, we all realize, on this earth, in this time We are merely strangers, Voyagers, simply passing through.