A light shone there beneath the skin
Its source you’d see if you would look
It was sparked there in the eyes
Of course… that spark is love.
We all are creatures sparked by love
But in whose – how many – eyes we meet
Do we see that spark’s identity
With love… creation… all that is…?
There are some people I’ve been told
Whose deep connections in the soul
With all around them shines most clear
Mirrored in all that they hold dear.
That spark is knowing – consciously or not –
To love life in every form we find and feel it…
Those who love never die.