The Fall

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He embraced the heart. He kissed it.
He lifted it high and said he loved it.
So it blossomed. It shined sublime.
It learnt (unwisely) to disregard Time.

He caressed it with his love-song.
It vainly chose not to judge Right from Wrong.
It throbbed wildly on hearing just his name.
So, then, it had none but itself to blame.

When he hurled it up in the air,
It preened under Love’s uncorrupted stare.
But relevant needs consume Love –
A fact it forgot in the glare above.

His hand beneath left to hold Life,
And the heart made its descent into strife.
Like a damned soul condemned to Hell,
Seeing no Saviour, sobbed, as it fell.

But Hell has fire to break a fall;
The place where it fell had nothing at all:
Just a chaotic world of Art,
Which now has pieces of a broken heart.

Yesterday’s Dawn.

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The dawn has broken on the body of the night.
Pigeons, herons and one eagle have taken flight,
They soar, flapping their wings towards places afar,
While the blue fills the sky and shuts off its last star.

Dark crows and small sparrows are the ones who speak now,
The waning moon has long since made his exiting bow,
They speak to one another, perhaps, greet the day,
And each upon each wishes to have his own say.

The vibrant sun has not made his entry quite yet;
And all is softly azure, on wing and dulcet;
Memory corresponds to dawns that were the same;
Today chances on remembering yesterday’s name.

7th May

We’ll Eventually Know.

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I do not know why we love each other so.
I know that neither will let the other go.
Perhaps, because we are bound by mortal flesh;
And our destinies are caught in fate’s firm mesh.
You love. I love. Sometimes, I wish it wasn’t so;
But I had longed to swim in love’s limpid flow:
The first try tossed me, choked me, I nearly died;
The next fulfilled much; but, with life’s heat, it dried;
With you, I swim for a third time…
Sometimes, in clarity, and, sometimes, through slime.
While, on shore, always, I see life passing by.
(My heart’s not yet ready to bid it goodbye.
Though my dreams have left to lay down and die.)
And it’s so hard to taste any tears I cry.
If I wade ashore to meet what’s left of beauty,
I reject love and neglect what is duty.
So, I’ve decided to let this flow take me,
And, this time, I shall not let love forsake me;
And, though the slime now seems quite hard to defeat,
Life and fate with us must reconcile to meet!
With love then, we both now desperately flow,
To sink or soar we’ll eventually know.

18th May