Lost in Love
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow?
That the small rain down can rain.
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.
A nameless girl stares at us intimately from the seventeenth century. A few lines scribbled in the margins of a medieval parchment. Hundreds of years after their passing, unknown people still move us. They are dust, their dreams and desires no more than a whisper in the wind, gone. Yet to them their feelings were as bright and strong as anything we feel today. Can you see it in her eyes, hear it in his words? Times change, philosophies rise and fall, the great and the small play their roles…and through it all there is only one constant. Love. Every love is a new love, every love is a different love, every love is eternal. And in the end, every love is lost. I wonder, did they find each other in the dark?
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone.
(“Girl with a Pearl Earing” Johannes Vermeer 1632-1675, “Westron Wind” Anonymous 1400s)