Love isn't always

All consuming and

Overwhelming. 

It can be calm

and strangely serene, 

Like looking up 

At the vast blue sky and

Watching a cloud 

Pass by. 

The cloud isn't 

Permanent; neither

Is your gaze.

All you can do

Is revel in its

Seamless and ephemeral 

Beauty before the

Hungry sky claims

And engulfs it

In its entirety. 

There will always 

Come a time 

When there will 

Always come a time.

How does one procure the ingredients of time without being ravened?

Designation is all that

Separates the sane from

The insane; the

Human condition is

A contradiction to itself.

Let the madness 
And melancholy 
Consume you; colours 
Contribute to chaos