Into Dark

Without love... all these things we accomplish in life are but dust and rubble. Vast toils, sorrows and regrets. Like the ocean with it's endless water, or the desert with it's endless sand; So is a life without the gift of love in it. You can stare for ages into the light until the light is as dense as the sand it illuminates. Or deeper... ever so deep into the water until the darkness of the night and the mere pressue of the great waters break into your sanity.

As sunlight fades away and gives birth to the night, small glimmers of hope yet remain. Reflections of that which is unseen, but evidenced by it's traces upon the stars and moon. A moon, brightly lit and shining nearly as bright as the day itself. Can one see all this and say is is not like love? Or that there is no love in its creation? No!