Blame

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else—John Burroughs Blame Underneath a belt of stars in stratosphere’s arena There, blood rushes within each lover’s heart Veiled by the silky fibrils of the cortina A solid dome in the deep vast expanse, heaven’s vault Ever debuts Dante’s Paradiso, Where angels fear to tread, far off and away they stay from the milky orb, be it so, and instead, for fear of the mid-night’s enticing allure, and love’s lasting doom, they… Blame the Moon Orion rises in the Orient East, it sets in the wide Occident West Antares only rises once Orion sets, vice versa! Spellbound, forever severed, and a lunar eclipse longing An affair’s unrest, not potions nor a test or curse, ah Their quest to finish weakened minds Seduced by halos ivory glow in twilight Lusting mortals, passionate kinds Held captive, never to unite ‘neath the pearlescent orb’s sheen at midnight Gold-leaf doors unbarred, luminous lune art Seduced as pleasing colors meld white to blue Ere a raging tempest rips apart the seether Empyreus, quintessence, searing crimson love they’ve fallen into True Aristotle’s aether in bloom, Hark! Blame not each other… Blame the Moon!