Written in 2013 – Page 6 – Hearts Still Care

For Karandeep

I write poems for what lies close to my heart:

Sometimes when I’m happy, sometimes when sad,

Sometimes because loved ones have to depart

And good times are no longer to be had.

But time has its idiosyncrasies

And our past merges with the future,

Maybe fleeting moments will make us see

This leave-taking a fresh meeting nurtures.

There are many things left to do, feel, see;

But Time, it seems, has run so very short,

So I wish you many good things to be,

Many people who should love you a lot.

In time, as you look back at times we had,

Seek the Evening Star and be glad.

Why would I again choose?

Why indeed but to lose

All of those simple things,

Like love’s mean fairy rings?

The sun set a while ago,

Time dispels her quiet woe,

The stars are veiled tonight,

They can’t cast their soothing light;

The moon is guarded too,

Tonight she begins anew,

A new tale, a new spin,

Where again I won’t win.

All I sought in all this black

Was for love to love me back,

Since it can’t the way I choose,

I’ll just get ready to lose.

The night keeps holding me close
as tight as a warm embrace
filled with the scent of a rose
with dew on its crimson face

the night goes on to love me
like pain never mattered at all
he refuses to set me free
he knows if he does I’ll fall

i guess i understand why
he surrounds each part of my life
i guess this is why i don’t try
to battle against overt strife

his dark hands show me desire
his stars show me love and hope
his moon shines down her white fire
that tells this broken heart to cope

and when the moon has turned her face
all his dark is warm ocean
sifting through corrupt thought with grace
to find turbulent emotion

so i go on to hold night close
for he is all i end up with
having so fully loved that rose
with him i shall quietly sit