Fridge Poetry 6 - The shape of gods

A life of luck without love

is a finite life of

dreaming nights that yield to

common and banal days filled

with lapsed moments of spirit

and dreams of another tomorrow,

like life promises us anything but death.

Love lets the lonely-hearted believe in beauty,

the hardheaded have hope for gentleness,

the broken souls trust someone to see the whole.

Love lets the miserable fly in the face of fear,

through strange thunder and wicked shadows the shape of gods.

Love makes this damn world not so difficult,

where a mortal can become as enduring as the sun,

as infinite as light.