All this love, all this love for you – I don’t know if it even reaches you but by god, it must light up the night sky.
You once told me you imagined my love coming forth like an ‘arado’ – a plough ripping the earth open making its way to you.
But I will tell you where it goes. Rather, I will whisper it. Try to hear. Fireflies. Love is what lights them up, you see. It’s what gives them their glow. Love, as it travels across the earth, through the miles. The trail blazes and fireflies are singed in the dark. One after another they are like cigarettes lending ember one to another. It sets the night on fire.
Passion is the plough. Passion unearths, deconstructs, undoes. But love, love will set aflame the light of your eyes.