Though angels cry

and the moon

refuses to light

the emptiness of winter.

And even if compassion

fails to reversely mend

sins binding

fear to faith.

And though the skies

do not wake the sun

from the twilight

of unconscious dream.

There will be amends,

there will be a purifying wave

for beneath every surface,

it shall wash over.

Love is infinity.

It moves all.

Eternal, always.

October 2000