Love of the Unconditional Sort

A poem of the sort of love which is forgotten, but not uncommon

Once it was unspoken

Came the gazes to cross, and hearts were bound

The silent energy surged forth and threatened with torture

The lover who did not surrender

Two parts of one whole,

In need of one another,

Uncertain the name of such a connection

Through the darkness, beyond the confines of death

It moved with might

Seen across the world

Even now it moves all living things still,

Tethering them to one another beneath what is seen,

What is spoken.

Today the world spins at a faster pace, 

We grow complicated in our need for evermore

The world shines with progress, made better by that which is tangible

Man turns upon his brother seeking that babble which might satisfy

With each sacrifice in the direction of that which is physical first

We give a bit of ourselves and are ultimately starved

For within each of us beats the heart of a spirit

An eternal part whose thirst and hunger

Cannot be slated by that which shines in the sun

It moves within the unseen

Requiring only that which would

Be given freely