The
wheel, it turns from year to year,
The seasons shift and disappear.
Suns rise and set like metronome,
And time constrains all things I've known.
It
took ten billion years of time
For stars to form from cosmic grime.
Another billion years or more
For life to crawl from ocean's shore.
Just
sixty thousand years have passed
Since on the earth mankind trespassed,
And only five of those have shown
Society as we have known.
Four
score and nine I've sought my place
In time's enduring, sweet embrace,
With quiet queries still thought of -
How long's it take to fall in love?
Does
love spring forth complete and whole?
Accomplishment, instead of goal?
The way Athena's birth is said,
As goddess leaped from father's head?
Is
love an instant happenstance?
A quantum spark afire by chance?
A moment timed by shooting star?
One breath you're not, the next you are?
Or
does it track predicted course,
All stemming from predicted source?
One step, then two, as placed in time,
A path we walk, a hill we climb?
Does
love begin with newfound trust?
Or does it start as feral lust?
Should loved one first be just a friend?
And when do love's beginnings end?
If
this were measured on a graph,
How could we do romantic math?
Plot time on X, and depth on Y?
What kind of curve would love inscribe?
And
could we find a point in time
When trust and lust and hope combine?
When all beginnings must become
A greater whole than just their sum?
The
eons thrash and ages writhe,
As Legends turn to obscure myth,
But epochs speak still nothing of
How long it takes to fall in love.
Not
Long
by Nancy Ness
Perhaps
a quantum spark of chance,
Or just a simple happenstance ~
Love's found behind a cryptic door,
Once opened thou shall quest no more.
Love
does depend on mutual trust
Embodied by intrinsic lust.
The one we love must be a friend,
Or love's beginning's bound to end.
There
is a time surpassed by none,
When trust and lust, as love, are one.
Clandestine dreams, entrust to each
The
Sun shall rise within thy reach.
To fall in love does not
take long.
Hearts know at once when
they belong.
Seems whether near or
from afar,
One beat they're not, the
next they are.
