Light is recognized

Due to darkness

Love is treasured

From knowing hate

The ecstatic throes of passion

Somehow resemble throes of violence


Flows in either direction


Hold passion


Hold ecstasy

But hold only

To your own thread


Your own ground

For if you do not have faith

You do not have anything

Look outward

Then look inward

But, know only the fool watches the mirror

For reflections are not real

In a millisecond

An opportunity is lost

In a millisecond

An opportunity is gained

Both light

And pain

Brings truth

They beat the priest

Stoned him

And right before the sword removed his head

He wrote her a short note

Handing it to her father

Just before the sword fell

The note was simply signed,


“From your Valentine.”