"Better to have loved and lost"...thank you, Alfred Lord Tennyson for the core sentiment. |
FLUCTUANT All lovers speak alike Through the ages dark and fair Mould their lips to what can please Gilded tongues praise Your beauty, their life-blood Your presence, now Paradise And your care, their only goal. All lovers will levy, Everything to be Laid at their feet. All time must stop Save those moments Of sanctioned pleasure Ignore the urgent summons Deny other claims. All others named superfluous In an instant, vain logic said Their presence risks contamination Of your exquisite happiness Your love so pure Of your undisturbed shared sleeps. --------------- The hourglass dispersed its burden The grains marking the dance of Time No storms blew in from strange lands No clouds on the horizon Menacing your shared joy Yet the seasons changed As they will, first spring Then summer gone. Bells sweetly pealing in your dreams, Now heralded the bellows Of winter's wake-up sounds. Other signs no longer Gainsaid or denied Winter's icy fingers Tearing the gossamer filaments Holding your passion First one, then many. All thoughts of shared lives Flee in the face of mutations All charms now shrivel, slump Before eyes blinded by snow Bodies weary of fighting gales House no warm emotions Forever is a cursed word And the future holds no charms Save for those enjoyed alone. This song's surely a mournful tune It has no moral or rule Brings no balm for lovers scorned Yet bears a small redemption For it whispers to you and yours And to those who once were yours 'Tis better to have lost your love In the right season, and healed in time Than to have loved until Loss Overspent its allowance, Stole from Hope, and Wagered away all seasons to come. THE END |