WHAT OF LOVE

What of Love I asked the Universe

as I gazed upon stars punctuating the sky ?

What is there, that we cannot perceive,

hidden from the naked eye

yet present where it is just because it is

Everywhere and nowhere all at the same time

Exerting its omnipresent pull 

Bringing both joy and sorrow 

in equal amounts,

not needing to beg, steal or borrow

How much Love I asked the Universe

does lie in that great celestial reservoir ?

Is it definite? Distributed amongst the needy

from a fountain, in parcelled flasks

Or is it infinite? transforming as need arises

Invigorating everything it touches

Even for the briefest of moments

Blending both comfort and torment

Bending time and the laws of existence

There is no simple explanation I suppose

Perhaps it is convoluted, 

The machinery that pulls at heartstrings 

Bringing sighs and cries that live and die

among unseen blips that travel distances

connecting people without touch

Maybe there is as much Love as required

just lying in wait to be discovered

to add colour to your surroundings

to script beginnings to your endings

to use as you deem fit 

when you realise
if only you realise