Love Matters Most
Do you know beloved, how much I love you?
It is a passion which runs inside me
like water over stones on stone
It is the sound of stars light
glimpsed through tree branches
immensely tall and whispering
the wind and waters fall
It is the moons sheer radiance
which fades distance and calls the ghost
to touch memory bare of shadows
Knowledge at the end of day
before nights dreams, Love matters most
Copyright 06/17/98 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon