If even the mountains fall…
then what is Love?
It is pointless, and fragile,
and impossibly small,
and it is also
the most beautiful,
powerful thing
that has ever
existed.
We have nothing,
we make nothing,
we are nothing,
in the blank face
of the endless universe
but we name our nothing:
Love,
and the stars live a billion
lifetimes never knowing
nothing.
