Love

by Aidan Andrew Dun

2 beautiful doves from RV copy

Up in the jet-
stream is love
floating above
comprehension
crossing
the stratosphere
in one step
breaking every
convention.

The field of
the impossible
expands
as love begins
her mysterious
adventure:
‘Hold her below’
say the lords of hell
‘she’s going to transform
the whole earth!’

See! She
lightheartedly
puts aside
all self in
the mortal wars
of pride;
unconditional
is her revocation
of what
some have called
their right.

Contradiction
can be her
beginning
but the conjunction
is her end;
insensitivity
will mean
her descent
therefore
she mounts her
tender attack.

Listen, she
announces
something new
her own
renaissance
she never dies;
trivial names
may seem
to kill her
under an
incubus she lies.

But love
will teach
her lesson again
she will leave
no heart intact
she will make
idiots that
were men
strange fools
go to her
blue skies.

Love is
the new
superlative
along the days
to be discovered:
every zeitgeist
of an age
moves beneath
her excellent
flag.

Love must
be lifted
every morning
from all
association
with the dead;
love must be
laid down
again each
night
as though for
the first and
final time.

Where is love
in the scheme
of things?
Is she doomed
by seismic
happenings
ancient vulcanism
plagues, sombre
horrors of
our condition?

Love is here
to sand
with gems
old rubbings
underneath
continents
she is here
to enlist
all forces
in the service
of another
beginning.

Her army
marches under
the moon
her music
is fresh green
singing
her road
is smooth as
polarised light:
you glide
on a highway of
silver glass.

Headstrong
is love, see her
accellerating
the earthbound
man-race;
utopias have
no significance
for her
because she
is always
searching ahead.

Her ray
drives the
whole universe
towards the bright
situation of oneness
state we revisit
whenever
we are open
to the very
fortunate possibility
of love.

Love, let me
go with you
I hate this place
an insular
people of
vindictive reflex
show me
your own country
very often I’ve
seen your light-blue
coast in dreams.

Love, take
me to you
soon, tomorrow:
don’t leave me
here with pessimism.
The cities are full
of interfriction
I’ve seen enough of
hard-driven
days.

Love, take me
with you, where
you think best
but if I must
stay here
show me your
face in every
face crossing
my path as I go
passing below through
the shadowlands.




image: Roman Vester

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