On the Balancing Scale

If the days were a predictable symmetry Perhaps then we could begin to assess The delicate poise linking love and splendor The laborious days to evening’s pleasures The iron of resolve and tendrils of desire Youth’s fiery spirit to the wisdom of years Love’s bitter blossom to hatreds tranquil rains Life in the essence of balancing Within the subtle melodies of dissension The day of innocent love flourishing Consuming the acrimony of the forlorn soul The triumphant of light over the darkness In these walls we are perpetually ensnared Striving to stand upon these shifting grounds Upon these chained pans we stand opposing Balancing within our utter rapt allure Shifting and balancing against one another Here in this place where you and I Are one.