Time((outside the gypsy flies away)?);

Time, not unlike love,
is an abstraction that only the person(s) experiencing either
can know for sure what it means,
or how it relates to the reality all around them.

Questions then,
not unlike the answers that surround them,
are subject to our interpretation and/or perspective,
which makes it harder still to distinguish darkness,
from a mere shadow!

As for myself, time therefore is irrelevant.

For in living pass the past,
I have used it all, already.

Best just to breath
and continue on the sojourn
into (the)tomorrow my friend(s)…

Me, I've always liked the concept of What If

What if:

"If love came to you,
Light and silent,
like a butterfly,
would you even notice?
Or would you continue searching for something better?"

What if;

"If love came to you in a friendly, constant way
Like a flower or plant you grow and cultivate yourself,
would you see it for all that it could become?
Or would you walk on past
still searching for the bells and whistles?"

What if;

"If love came to you fast and explosive,
Like the fireworks on 4th of July...
would you walk away
wanting to light yet anothers spark?
or could you work at keeping the spark alive
when the flame begins to smolder?"

"What if;

Love came with me, strong and true,
wanting to be with you
but knowing
right now we can not?

Would you wait for me?
Or would you turn to another closer by location,
though our global connection still remains?"

As for myself,
whereas life is a giant what if,
me, I'm constantly waiting.

And in that, I think the best is yet to come.....

You know how I love you(?);

And you're not sure why?

Well, on this day, perhaps you should consider why
others are unable to love you in the way(s) that I do,
and in that, you'll understand why.

For me, love is the reality of anothers being.
Not how they look,
nor how the feel,
or even, how they feel next to me.

Love, not unlike a mother,
is an entity, that fulfills a promise that in actuality,
we have no control over, for it was prgrammed from that start!

You know how I love you?

How my love radiants all around and within you?

This kind of love I give because it is not mine to hold on to!

You, you I love you because in doing so,
I complete the promise that came with your birth.

Not that I was you father
though I am.

Not that I'm your mother,
though, I often am that too.

You,
you know how I love you?

You,
you I love w/out reservation.

Which is the promise of birth,
even if your mother didn't get the memo.....