INTIMATIONS
 

I am blind to faith
in any eternity
other than this moment:
the river rushes past
ephemeral hands.
After all, a life can only
bear so much world,
and its myriad sorrows,
and its myriad beauties,
before ripening and falling
into its own shadow:
it is enough to know
it is enough.

Long after I am dead,
long after you are dead,
long after the wake
of our history submerges
into an ocean
with no shore in sight,
while the wingless soul,
flimsy as it is, flickers
before the vast All,
only this unsung song,
our simple love,
endures
beyond the frailty.
 

                      ~elegus