Where Love Dies

By I.M. Ulysses

Where does love go
When it has to die
Does it go gently
Without even a sigh

Does it seek water
To drown itself in
A vast open sea
That it cannot swim

Does it use bullets
To speed its own end
A shot to the heart
Which no one can mend

Does it crawl down
Into a deep pit
There to expire
Without hope therein

Does it seek fire
For the ache that won't cease
A conflaguration
To help it find peace

Does it leap off
A very tall hill
Like bird falling from
God's window sill

Does it explode
Like a star in the night
A distant expression
Of a heart once alight

Or does it do nothing
A treasure unseen
Worn out and faded
As a cheque unredeemed

Like a body unburied
Love often lurks
Amid the bones of the lonely
And the hearts of the hurt

But real love can't die
Because it's a spirit
Concieved by the Father
From whose hand it's given

It comes like a shower
As a cool, cleansing rain
And gives life to those
Who choose to remain

Oppressed and ignored
To the ground old love's cast
Trampled and beaten
In to the tall grass

There to remain
Alive but alone
Awaiting the time
When God's work is done

Then when the sun
Shines forth in its power
Like a small seed
Love once more flowers

For no love is worthy
Of the tears that you cry
Nor the new love worth finding
If the old love won't die.