From Wild Love (unpublished), 1996, by Nancy Wood
Our love is what the universe
is all about. The quickening
of fire. The triumph over dust.
The eagerness of dawn. The circles
that seem endless because
we cannot see their origins.
Oh, pure love, dangerous as combat,
with its obligation to survive,
what planet chose this? What stars
dropped down to light my dead fire,
and in the flame created mystery?
Do you see perfection in the sky,
and do you know that our new love
is merely one eternal song?