A New Love

A new love falls before my eyes,
It speaks in voices infinite –
I loved someone at home, I thought,
But opportunities appear and go,
They careen and grow and breath unnaturally
A voice for someone lost at sea,
A voice given to those long dead,
A voice of academia,
A whisper through the corridors,
A shout of all injustices,
A voice that could resonate through and with one’s own.
Take some time, I hear the voices plead,
Please take the dust, the knowledges,
All remembrances.
Please take the good, the bad, and what remains,
Some libraries can never be replaced,
But others are not limited in scope
Or possibilities of growth.


Topic: New Love
Date: August 31