it comes like ice

August 2, 2018 by Michael Guerin

shall any aspire to measure
the beat of a broken heart
or dare weigh such depth
of feeling between
two rendered souls?
and yet often from a distance
safely removed by time or space
too many shoot dull arrows
from a worldview hung with rags
as if dead words might matter
to echo love’s hidden truth
revealed thru spirit’s passing
along its hallowed path.