Is love a wondrous mystery

or could it be that I’m estranged?

My heart craves ones want -

where our fates entwine and change.

Seeking to belong,

to fill another thirsty heart.

Lustrous, lonely song,

with little audience in range.

Looking for the stage;

where a man can hold his broken heart

out in his hands

and cry.

An over tone of rage;

from an ink-teary blotted page.

Love reveals its depths,

when the ship is sinking down;

pain so fresh it drips,

expressionless,

salted cheeks drowned.

My loss so ill explained?

Was pieces of myself not yours?

Do I chase or just refrain?

To allow my acceptance

to be your get out clause.

I close my eyes;

In pain.

A pain that once again,

I find you,

the cause.

Fallen, hapless, dreams;

all’ve been lost, with no exchange.

 

Copyright. 2009-2011 James Francis