Beloved is a theory
Like gravity –
It makes so much sense
And is so likely to be true
That I can’t help
But take it seriously

Beloved is elusive
It comes to me in dreams
In glimpses
Of the kind of life I’d like
It comes in moments
I’m feeling utterly alone

Beloved is Divine
A perfect love
I don’t quite believe in
That isn’t quite perfect at all,
But comfortable and right
Just the same

Beloved is the wind
Magic and invisible
Just as real
As raindrops caught in eyelashes
Just as present
As the sun at night

Written by Helen Rose on January 24, 2019