Nov. 9th, 2012

Poem

Nov. 9th, 2012 04:08 pm
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( like everything here, this is copyrighted to me and only me, except to the limitations of dreamwidth to post them here.)

What know I of love?

Love is loyal, love is kind.
True love is unending.

Yet immortality is fiction.

Perhaps then
sands are the shards
of the broken hearts
of the stone cold
and the rock solid.

There would be hope,
then, for her heart and mine,
the cold warmed
and the shards swimming together,
when the tide rides high again.
Where once we had been fixed,
then immobile,
side by side,
now broken,
we can stretch out upon the shore,
intermingling in tides and change,
loosing pieces and gaining pieces,
still ourselves, but wide open
and overlapping.

Metaphors are pretty things,
but what know I of love?

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