The Continuing Song
Voice, intonation, query,
Verses in a song.
I have listened to your song today,
And have learned much about you.
Friendship, love, caring, joy,
Are among the many messages I have heard.
I am spending my day in reflection,
The question poised.
Can the infinitely small, and
The infinitely large be nearly the same.
Can a life be a song?
Can we divide an infinite line in half, and
Have the remains be infinitely long?
Can we capture who, and
What we are in a once written song?
A never ending song?
Do we need a relationship
To last an eternity?
A father divorces, dies, leaving a child,
Does he ever really leave? Can he?
Memories that sing?
The answer depends on the observer, and
Their knowledge of the past love being reflected on.
Joy at the turn of a phrase,
Has an infinite pleasure,
When one knows the origin.
Or is there ever an origin? Or an end?
Or is there just an instance in time,
Experienced in all too short a time?
Is there ever enough time?
Yet the song endures….
If one believes in the infinite love of one,
does half that love remain infinite?
Does one quarter of it remain infinity pure?
Even upon the loss of that love?
Can it ever be lost?
Can one's experience of any of that love;
Be less than an infinite experience.
Regardless if it is an infinitely small,
Or infinitely large experience of it.
My joy at my small piece of you, in your song,
Can only be described in the infinite.
Would the warmth of the Sun be any less?
When seen at an infinity distance, and
Perceived infinitesimally small?
Can the warmth of my song, be
Any less that of yours,
With you at an infinite distance, and
He so near, yet so small.
My Love of you as a person,
Can only be understood in the infinite.
My Grief over your departure,
Is as infinite as my Love.
Does one define the other?
Since Love can never be created, or destroyed,
Only changed in form.
You have always been, and
Will always be in my finite past,
As well as in my infinite future.
I will always know you, and
Be with you as experienced,
In a note of your song, my song-your song,
As it resonates through me for infinity.
Relationships define who we are,
My song is I as I am you.
Whether my finite life with you continues infinitely,
Or is laid to rest with the changing of your form in death.
I will love you for infinity,
Defined in your continuous song of life/my song,
I see you in, each day.
Carpe Diem.
