A Poem for the New Year

Let Love Be

 How does love grow?
Ask the holly bush.
Where does love go to?
Follow the bee.
Will this night last long?
Only the blood-red moon knows.
What does love ask for? 

To be seen, and to see.

In the quiet of the night
I hear it rising,
The great wise salmon
Of the Western Sea.
True death, true life
Is all we long for
In the whirlpool of folly
That we struggle to flee.


Down the far wide valleys
Of the moonlight
The bitter and the doleful
Ghosts are howling
For the love they forsook
And allowed to fly free.
If of love you would be given
Let love be, let love be.