The Chase Comments

The rally of love plays tricks on those who look upon the moon for too long. It flees, not the people K, not the people. Love, V.

Karen, this is a great poem, the pace, the rhythm, the sentiment - I am sure many will identify with this one, I certainly did. Kind regards. Justine.

But he's the prospecting fool rushing, digging frantically to find his mother lode, leaving his little holes behind him to search elsewhere, blindly seeking in his haste, forgetting to wipe the dust from his eyes, not seeing your glowing, glittering preciousness. The fool will die of thirst in the desert, but the shining treasure that he obliviously left behind has been exposed. When by chance you are found by a passer-by and your value recognized, appreciated, you will be exhumed into his love and cherished forever.