Think hard and fast.
You need to promise.
Weigh your high end plans
That May end up doped,
Your Gucci clusters,
Your Versace threads,
Your flights to nowhere.
Promises are made
To be –
Stop!
“Don’t think before you leap.”
That’s love’s dictat.
Sense cautions you to live
For a better tomorrow
And promises have risky ends
And like all wise boys know
Mutual funds are subject
To market risks.
It’s five in the morning
The moon hangs over a cloud:
Just as lonesome as I,
Wondering, if silence is just as loud
As a future goodbye.
I have no promises to fulfill;
You have none that you can keep;
The moon whispers none to me:
Gives me no certainty of sleep,
And of rest, no guarantee.
I shall see you again now;
But, after a while, you will disappear.
There will be just me and the moon
And it has always been clear:
A heartbreak is due very soon.
Promises are futile. They break.
Once there is a parting, it is done.
Love has no say in the sundering.
All will be left to dry out in the sun
As stark daylight comes plundering.
It will charge out, in a dust and a storm,
And words will be torn and taken,
To different lands and different skies,
And I shall once again awaken,
When the cruel sun tires out and dies.
Hearts Still Care 