analogies

Love found me. When i didn't see it. When i didn't feel it. When it was a concept and i was a cognition. i was a waif, a heady wanderer. Time rolled on, ticking through dark hours, and i soldiered on too. i crossed planes and do you know? the darkness over those interminable spaces passed. i can see them, that dense...immense horizon, not far behind. But i think i crossed over. In hindsight it seems momentary, as if that dark line vanished to a point, and then that was gone too. But i know it was dark... i was down trodden, grieving...practically blind. That darkness is right over there. it's terrifying, enveloping, but I can see it. Now i think i've walked onto a different set. There's a framework and a theme and vigor keenly known. It's as though i'm on stage and a different script renews me. The story is called "Love". i hope you see it. Then come join me.