Cariad: A Valentine's Day Poem

The Welsh call me cariad,

The French say amour.

I live in quiet places, in the cracks in the floor.

There’s a cave up the mountain where I slept one night –

But the city doesn’t hide me,

Cause it’s far too bright.

But you can hear me in the water, as I slip by –

You can hear me in the winds that blow across the darkened sky.

You can hear me anywhere you go, for there I’ll be.

And there’s something in the small-print at the bottom of the page

That says, “I’m not just a feeling”;

Something that says “I have power, I have a source and meaning”.

So perhaps, behind the glamour of the world’s busy stage,

There’s a Face that’s waiting to be seen –

Love itself, the great and sweet,

Deeper than the sea.