Then as you turn a decade older,
The heart turns ten degrees colder;
The outward smile warps inward now,
The lines deepen the widened brow.
Age has taught much as it should,
Have you learnt as much as you could?
Are there newer hurts left to feel?
Are there newer hopes left to reveal?
Is there time left for parched lips to kiss?
Is there anything left for you to miss?
Do the rhymes fail and fall blank
Into talent that was never frank?
Smiles are ready. Regrets are uncertain.
Loss made sure all rules lay broken.
As you move from white and black to grey,
Fuck what you do and hear and say.
People are never who they appear,
In time you know, they will all disappear;
Hands that held yours were just hotter air –
Tragic; but belief taught you despair.
This air flows in and out much like breath,
It will flow on, perhaps until death.
Smile, though what you feared would surely hold,
Turn rusting iron into molten gold.
Wear the coronet and rise and shine.
You won you with the passage of time.
Tag: smile
Making Love Stay
Happiness entered with love.
Its intensity decreased.
It bursts in random fits now,
Yet it hasn’t fully ceased.
I hope due to memory
Of each and every touch;
But I try not to complain –
At least, not so very much.
Is this all that’s left behind:
A touch here, a smile there?
Yes, most loving’s done alone,
In dreams built from empty air.
But my fear is this
That I will never realize,
If this is love’s truth
As seen from its own eyes?
I could free this happiness,
For one that seems more,
But then I remember
I have done this before.
Do I need to reach out,
While holding this one true,
And find in other smiles
What I often found in you?
Is this what love had to show
To make me notice the grey,
In love’s battle of colours,
Is this how we make it stay?