Ant Smith

Love

Reason For Being

There is a beauty in the pain of a parting

in leaving behind and arriving alone

There is a joy to be freed in forgetting

all fond memories of recent milestones

There is a love to be felt in forsaking

rituals of space and the habits of home

There is a peace relayed in rejecting

familiar lands and all that is known

Yet the ties that bind will not weaken

I tell myself, in a moment of hope

For no room unswept will avoid decay

No field untended will tender hay

No voice unbroken will have its say

No dog on leash will have its day

Except we two who yet may

No two suns rise in the same day

No two winds blow in quite the same way

No two birds sing quite the same song

No two things together, forever belong

Except we two, who may yet be one

No kingdom survives with never a regret

No jungle is alive with never a death

No answer is derived with never a quest

But nothing is destroyed, nevertheless

For the more things change the more they stay the same

And the more that leaves, the more that still remains

The beauty in a parting is meeting anew

The joy in forgetting is remembering you

The love in forsaking is learning afresh

The peace in rejecting is retaining the best

And for all that I try

And for all that I do

My reason for being

Is defined by you.

Love