Pure and Simple

Pure, simple love?

Definitely not.

Pure and simple is watching
Stars plummet to earth

And not questioning

How it happens.

It is wrapping all that you can

Around you,

Blankets, people, light,

Darkness, solitude, warmth,

Without wondering

Why you do.

You and I, we are not

Pure, nor simple.

We ruin these beautiful qualities

With our impatient questions,

Busy schedules and definitions.

Pure and simple

Is what you find

When you let go.

It is found in a love

Free of our human restraints

Free of our self-imposed,

Ever-restricting, reality.

Oh, what I wouldn’t give,

For a taste of the pure,
And simple.

Sweet but never bitter,

Always fresh, young

And filled,

With the most delicious,

And innocent naivety.

Brimming with happy hesitation

Rich in time, laughter,

Optimistic carelessness,

And spontaneity.

How often it is

That I find myself basking

In this daydream, willing it

To free me from time,

Responsibility, worry.

I want to break free

If the constraints

That I too often find

Blocking my love

From my eyes, hands,

Heart.

Just let me taste it again.

But perhaps there is beauty

In not having the pure,

And the simple.

If, at the end of the day,

After being pushed aside

And left to grow cold,

The embers of your love

Are still glowing

With promising heat,

What you will have is much

Stronger, and it will
Survive our reality.