Eternal Love, a poem dedicated to Kassandra Leiva and written in the backcountry of the Pine Barrens, NJ

Imagine if our love were so eternal
That birds began to nest in it
And moss and lichen grew up on its sides;

Imagine if our love were so eternal
The river's gentle flow would slowly shape it
Its waters feeding ever-sprouting shoots and leaves;

Imagine if our love were so eternal
It would replenish like a mountain spring
And other loves would come to drink from it;

But isn't our love, deer, a part of something too
That's so much larger, older, wiser than ourselves?
If only we can let that force flow through
Perhaps one day the birds will nest in ours as well...