Love's Sublime Echo Poem by Panmelys

Now, in this hour of life's labored blast,
where age has honored its dour damage,
on what was once young, mindless,
to what would become, lipless,
shipwrecked ghost, hosting longecity:
reverie dwells on love.

Sees, no higher proclaim on life's aim
will ever eclipse height of delight,
mimed in sublime echo,
repeating strain of constant refrain:
'love is never wasted
even when it doesn't last! '

Panmelys 2008