Love Lucky?
Faith is not so necessary.
There is no time for trust.
Hope and want just don't make sense.
I know what it is.
It is essential,
But not something to keep.
The void is an illusion,
A trick, slight of heart.
It is filling, but never the same.
I don't recall what it's been in the past,
Or fear that I'll miss what it's yet to become.
Within and without, it is now.
It is love growing, churning,
Alive in a moment, then on to the next,
Reflecting itself in its staggering beauty,
Stirred by the kindred soul of the world.
-Christopher John