LOVE

When love lifts like the air
Romps like the clouds
And spreads like the sky
I taste it well

When it swirls and circles
With the wayward fluttering
Of an unknown bird
I feel its charm…

When it soothes and calms
With the crystal purity
Of a meandering brook
I feel its sanctity…

Why does it age?

Penetrate within to those
Hollow caves of greed and despair
That lair of bondage
And bind with the thickness
And suffocation of crudity,
Pain and possession,
Quenching, stifling, suffocating
That very spirit,
Which once thrilled
In its amorous awakening
Now a poor shadow
Like dried grass in a barren meadow
Shallow as the youth so callow
Defeated by its own consummation
As it rode on to its own culmination
In a great burst of a conflagration
And all that was left behind
Was soot and dust and
Cinders of a love that was so kind…