That Eluding...Of Nature's Line...Of Sight Poem by James B. Earley

....Ask the heavens above
Why this thing...called love...
Must arrive in the dead of night
.....Concealed from view
As if designed to....
That eluding of nature's line of sight

Why must such a delightful space
......Be that frightful place
Where we all...have dwelt....a spell
....Hearing passion's voice
Life gives one no choice.....
It's either heaven or literally it's hell

Wide awake though asleep
......It's prone often to creep
Out of the blue....suddenly...all over you
....That ill-defined
Blindsided sign....
Frantically...you're holding...onto

...So....ask the heavens above
Why this thing....called love...
Must arrive in the dead of night
...Concealed from view
As if.....designed to.......
That eluding of nature's line of sight