Vaster

Diamond blades cannot cut through it,
though it be as precious--as delicate as spring...
Rembrandt’s brush quails at the hand that drew it
on the yearning canvas of an ageless king.

Flames of Orion never will bend it,
though with rust and damage its surface be scored...
Shakespeare’s pen sublime has nought to end it--
Love his Lady bathes in, brimming from her Lord.

Fires from the furnace ‘neath Babylon’s throne
leave no whiff of burning, though she stand alone.
Heart full of hope like Vesuvius shall erupt,
Remembering the love feast together they’ve supped.

From a million meadows, no flower can best it,
though bedecked with wrinkles and silver it be...
Sirens sing their challenge...and Cerberus test it...
Love shall ever last, far vaster than the sea.


MNA
Feb. 18, 2016