Let Our Love Light

Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE

Paper may leave pen but will always come back again

That…that is Love
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE

Ajay sat with his pen, envisioning
his dreams would always come back again;
so he could tell stories of crumbling ancient temples
lightly dusted with sand,
retold by his father who helped to
retake the great land
from the great empire
who fought a great fight
and lost in a great battle
So they said…
but Ajay knew there was more
MORE there had to be more
to this story past told.
What about the people,
the person,
the soul?
He sat his pen down
and refused to fight the feeling of
being unwound,
the voices in his head were no longer just sounds
but people, persons, souls
urging him on.

Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE

Paper may leave pen but will always come back again
That…that is love

Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE

an Apron full of beans,
dry Hands shelling seeds,
lean Bodies climbing trees,
these were the things he went out to See.
Hugs coming to a standstill,
Love lost in a landfill,
Children’s laughter for a bill,
these were the things he didn’t want to Be
there, surrounding him.
MORE there just had to be more!
But questioning the past was like
questioning the World one Person at a time,
one Generation at a time,
one Memory at a time.
And so Ajay picked back up his pen,
deciding to retell the story once again;
this time for his son and his sons.
Just like his father did for him.

Paper left pen and came back again
That…that was love.

Fuller.D