Love Now

When I think of love, I smile--my smile, a wave skimming warm sand, for miles. It knows its place in the vast sea, yet is just content to be. Love has changed its colours, slow. Its hues murmur, flaming reds now softly glow. It has clung to the warmth and let the burning go. Love seen from my window, is an unhurried meadow, viewed in gentle golds, sometimes quiet blues, yet rarely ever cold. The tempests have eased; the moonlight feels saner, its madness has ceased. Even the rain has lost its sting. It's more silver now and its patter sings.

Author's Note

A second look.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

As we age, we come to regard love differently. As the poem points out, it becomes gentler, leaves the drama behind. By no means does it become cold, but only does away with the fireworks of youth. Very perceptive take here.

[BuzzyB]

Thank you John. You said exactly what I was thinking while writing it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Its patter sings...what a beautiful image. Love and Poetry are much the same. The should not mean but be. As Archibald Macleish would say.
It surrounds us and is within us...we need to just let it be and enjoy the ride.
j.

[BuzzyB]

Thank you Jacob. Its a wonderful feeling to be appreciated.

[AJNJ]

Lady, this is beautiful. Your writing is ☆☆☆☆☆! I'd love to know you better. Keep writing and publushing here. I'll be sure to read.

[BuzzyB]

AJ---nice to meet you. Thank you. I'll keep it up. :)

[Sapphus]

Buzzy..this poem warmed me in the cold of my land. The kind of love I'd love.

[BuzzyB]

Thank you Sapphus. You more than made my day.