Hindsight

A turning away of the glance
Brings back insecurity
A refusal to dance
Is all that’s left to me.

No hope to see inside
No breath there is left to hold
What else is there to deride
Besides a heart burnt so cold

Friends I looked for then
All most wanted was a break
I cannot remember when
They didn’t leave back some heartache

In hindsight I gather there
Was a mistake I myself made
When in hope’s heated glare
I tried to find some timely shade.

There is much to live for
Of that I guess I am sure
But onward what’s in store
Shall test the will to endure.

Marilyn and Blanche

I always fall in love; I always, always do,
If you touch my life, with your words and kind eyes;
And if, at first, I think you are seeming true,
There will be this heart that will tell you no lies.

But it shall devour the love you have to give,
Since it experienced hungers of its own;
For that, it shall quiet readily forgive
Each teardrop, past pain, each sigh, every moan.

But you will leave, so it readies for heartbreak:
It is aware of love and all its dangers;
And to diminish the blow of each mistake
Makes me depend on the kindness of strangers.

I do

There are so many words you can tell me:
We can talk about solar system spheres,
The basic knowledge about biology,
Some soliloquy that is Shakespeare’s,
Talk of age old wars to current affairs,
Maybe speak about history’s mistakes,
Geographic cold global warming cares,
Or aquatic life in Scotland’s lakes.
There are so many things we can discuss,
Which may or may not cause an argument;
But there’s one thing that can contain a fuss,
Make one rejoice in flesh and firmament:
To end all I ask, “do you love me true?”
And you smile and say, “I do, love, I do.”