ONE WORD

Now the night has bullied the day away I have time to analyse
as poems and messages sashay their way across the backs of my eyes.
Rivers of words flow into a sea and I can no longer disguise
dreams that acquire substance and take on the guise of spies
in once dormant pockets of a heart where love now lies.
Nothing can stem the tide of feeling, one word is enough.
Echoes of all that's been written or said, that one word is love.