Theory of love :

Every song
Before they render
They will color
The tones to come

Every day
Before they wind
Will weather
The dreams to come

Every tide
Before they calm
Will wipe
The shores they love

Every mist
Before they vapor
Will wash
The petals that weep

Every cloud
Before they sky
They know well
The oceans to fly

Every ape
Before they humane
Can remember
Many mountains

Every color
Before they mix
They know well
It is all light and hue

Every madness
Before it empties
Knows it had wings
Beyond the numbers

Every oneness
Longs to wed
A nothingness
So as to be born again

Every tired eye
Rolls on and on
Irrespective
Of the love and the surface

Every nakedness
And their boldness
They mirror an eye
Beneath their death

Every whisper
And surrounding lies
They cannot meet me
In hell or heaven

Every circle of bonds
In their wild strength
Remembers a kindness
Of a smile past death

Every sudden death
Brings home
A nature so blind
And so deaf

Everyone and no one
Irrespective of falls
Will come again and alone
With memoirs from a fire
That breaks open
Truth from aged
And false from the new born