Love’s Lament

for every heart that begged and pleaded with reason

for every soul that bartered with fate:

the scales tip in your favor now;

for love comes to roost when least expected

and marches on toward sure victory

long after the treaty has been signed.

we labour-

lost in our misconception

that what we feel

means shit to anyone else

but

the laughter…

the silence after the laughter…

the praise

and the benediction

somehow sow the seeds that

flourish

in the heat of passion

and the moisture of hidden teardrops.

vision

it meant something in our youth

the wide eyed wonder made

everything ok

even when it wasn’t and

we couldn’t comprehend how

endings pair nicely with beginnings

…like wine and cheese or chocolate…

but the middle

the cream filling

is where the pleasure lies.

Off with you!

pick yourself up from this disheveled mess of

heartache and wake up to the dawning

that finds porous memory filling up with

hope where regret inevitably will flourish:

because reason has a sonnet that even the most

seasoned of actors cannot perform

without a tear in their eye.