Love's Purpose Poem by Midnight Clarity

The chilly silent spaces
draped between the stars
are vines to slide your dreams along
necklacing the universe
in the potent magic
of the mind, creating worlds
of paradise and horror
so we can play the roles
which resolve our search
for self, for rich emancipation,
total freedom to be one,
to be the tree, no more
the tiny scattered seeds
which never ripen into life
because divided, love grows pale
and cannot bring the spark
of wonder to inflame the universe
and make it whole.