Refugees of Reason

a love poem

we are born naked and helpless
                        to dispassionate world
only by chance and grace
                       are we loved and nurtured
and rare that we meet another
                       that makes us whole
rarer still that this whole
                       lives long and well and prospers both

though we can never know
                       the life that would have been
had not two souls
                       collided and fused together
my imagination cannot pretend
                       to contemplate a vast and empty space
— better that I remained unborn
                       than to live a life without you

~gtk