THERE IS ONLY LOVE
06/01/25 18:18
Life
At the end of it
There is only love
Nothing else matters...
Just the full moon afloat
On a tide of Winter wind
Just the sensuous sails
Of a distant boat
Leaning towards your heart
Just the laughter
Sprinkled like cinnamon
On a thousand cup cakes of memories...
At the end of it
Who was right and who was wrong
Disappears like cold vapour
In the warm sun
You can no longer hear
The bronze anger
That once rung
Like a Chinese gong
In your youthful ears...
When you were young,
It all has been muffled by the years...
At the end of it
There is only love
And the fullness of a kindly heart...
Oh that we some how knew this
From the very start...
James Ward.
Poet and personal friend of long standing.