Let us speak entirely in metaphor today
let us agree to believe
in a literal interpretation of this love only
as it passes between us in its journey
to places beyond the sun that remain unnamed
even in our wildest imaginings
(because the answers are never as important
as the questions.)
Let us give a name to nothing of any importance
if it does not serve this literal love
this bending of the will toward
giving something mutual and larger than us
wings, that it may take flight and find a way
to that unnamed place beyond the sun
where all of our memories for eternity are kept,
and let us do nothing usefully with them
but savor the moments
connected by love.
Let us write love poems
for no one in particular
because a love poem written for one
is a poem written for all
and a love poem written for many
is a poem written for you.
So carry it with you everywhere
because the heart has places
we have never heard of
to keep things that are important
to not just this world,
but worlds unnamed
beyond the sun.
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