Love will

The other day I was at a street fair (truth be told, it was a book fair), and despite the fact that my attention was primarily focused on the books (although there was not much to offer for me, except for a copy of Homer's Odyssey), my ears became entranced by the clarity of some voices that were broadcast over the speakers.  I looked up to see whether there was someone performing live- so clear was the sound.  Then, all of a sudden, I realized why I was captivated by the singing- they were voices from the not so distant though distant past, singing to me of friends from a long time ago- some of whom I keep in touch with, some of whom have I have forgotten or have been forgotten by and et cetera.  But, it didn't matter one bit.  I looked up at the sky and thought of them all, and in particular, thought of her and the always that is the past which is past I know but still, all the promise of everything good that will come to us in the future.

The sky above as the song sang through and through.