hunt

there is no separation
between the fearsome creature called love
and the long pure embrace called truth
it rides on the cusp of the verdant budding vines
seeking fine rest and gentle touch.
it lasts through the misery of lost years
love triumphs through tears
it calls to the forest with no hesitation
O how love stings
when the power of it's chasm
sends argonauts and tempests
to the deep dark green of wilderness
to hunt for her.
understanding and acceptance
keep candles bright and hope ever alive.