Love

There is water beneath the surface.
A thousand and one tsunami's raging to be felt.
Dripping destruction and bubbling to find a way.

There is calm above the raging.
Rocks atop rocks, and filled with buried pasts.
Hidden histories whispering the names of frozen times.

There is nothing above the surface.
Nothing yeilds the forces of two million atoms igniting at once.
The world destroyer.

There is Love.
The song that pets the raging, and the voice of all unheard.
The memory of imagination that will give nothing peace.

Love, o sweet love.
You torment the balance and stir the abyss, and move the mountains with joy.
Faithful is your servant, for your company all will sing.