Loving you always. . .


And if this was the world’s last night
I should not fear to be undone.
Love is the songline of the soul,
A cascading radiance, linked like synapses in the brain,
Rippling in one scintillant universal thought.

For this is grief’s impossible truth, the paradox
Lived in deepest loss.

Love is eternal.

Leaf XLVII by R. Nugent
(from Leaves: Poems for my Daughter)