Today

The creative course of love runs through the veins By God, it has enveloped my very life in faint luster It is now an illusion I have mastered and made real There will be no lies written on my depleting heart For Doubt was there masked inside the vibrant ball All told her it was to be a masquerade, and she fell Yes! Doubt fell into an illusion of trust and feral light She locked herself away for good that doleful night While all danced and were joyous in lore and drink Doubt turned her head to the door of blissful night And she never looked back; not for a slight moment Furtively their love grew as vines entwining sea green Ballets flared inside menace and ghoulish, garish glee Lonely larks will always sing as far as the eye can see But Doubt in its dark sings beyond what is you or me I am in love with her; she is life and something new And I cringe to speak the truth; oh clandestine mind! Yes, it was I who had invited Doubt to the vibrant ball And it was there, without notice, she fell in my arms In an unforgiving, comatose faint—a revolutionary state Her face to the door, bleeding black and nothing more The last moment I stared into her bleak, pale features Doubt's masquerade I had mastered had at last begun! The crowd swelling all around me, all in dark costume Oh, God knew it was only a guiltless, simple gathering But here they remained—the DEMONS ever smothering The faces were cruel and their camouflage unforgiving Doubt had now left me writhing, splitting, crying—LIVING As crowds danced around my uncovered, sniveling face The spineless love of my life gone now without a trace There no drink to drown away the ever-placed sorrow There no high hopes of inevitable, hopeful tomorrow There is only today—and today I cruelly, drolly LOVE