A roll of the dice perhaps, in probable terms, the
best way to understand.
Pascal was the only one I’d liked in a bet, anyhow.
The others…
Tithing
instead false hope, to build a glass pyramid, and send out a faint sodium glow.
I’d seen it before, as a storied silver screen:
Those who want only to seek within, would go
without,
Those who would seek without would cherish what we
have together within.
Those who have found a way to share of this, had
become angels at least once.
Like you and I.
In love, we rise to meet the one dreamed of the
other.
In the spirit we travel to find us together,
forever.
To some a parable;
The last King of Hollywood shattered his glass on
the floor,
I once was another who would wonder what he did
that for,
It was a completion I admired:
At long last, he had found the one he’d covet most
instead.
Living within balance of all our light together,
True love admires without reflections, or
equations.
True knowledge is faith, once becoming admired in
your light.
As to walk with the sun…
To glimmer, or glamour, finding our marriage of
physics and time.
In love I know there becomes no shame, or pain,
attaching to something of greater good than ourselves.
