A m o r a n y C a h i l
complete poetic works
It does not matter why I love.
It does not matter why I love.
I love! I l love!
I dream of flights above!
I dream of whooping and of wallowing,
of leading and of following,
of life long loved and love long lived.
It does not matter why I love.
I love! I love!
A young and very early work by this venerable poet of the planet Oraea from several generations ago, written while in a state of active but confusing love and verifiably composed for a very real someone. Many a musician has made a song of this piece, something Amoran was known to love. He believed everyone should share in all work, and was always curious what a particular musician's state of being would bring to their version, what angle their heart of that moment might amplify. Joy, longing, yearning, hoping, the sense of making it second by second while they figure out how to cope…
All interpretrations sang to him, for he knew well what it was to love widely and wildly.
This piece is perhaps the first of Amoran's to be recorded or referenced by others in their own diaries and poems. Its words can still be heard regularly in several tea houses over certain brews around abstract times of night, especially when a light rain begins to fall but the sky seems clear and the soil smells fresh and your close friends are near.