but in the answer to that "WHY?" lies all:

infinity, a million souls turned stars,

warm cinnamon lamenting kisses soft,

and, all sweet melodies canaries sing,

sounds consumed in one wild whirl of doubting,--

if only heart could anchor love to time,

with clear cold flowing from receding heights,

would it form a still pond of permanence?

or, spill over in a cataract rush,

heading for love's mythic ocean birthplace,

an Atlantis man's soul still longs to swim.

p.s. thank you for your review and thoughtful comments. i've been in the bush in Africa for a couple of months and just got back on the internet in Capetown. i like your poem, "why's" are so hard, and perhaps ultimately have no answer. m

that poem is great! Hey! I work at McDonalds too!...LOL...Thanks for adding me to your Favorite's list..I am honoured!

sweet. very powerful, I like this poem, good work, again

This is nice... I'm sorry I cant decribe it better, it's just nice to read..