Oh, innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh, barren calamity
Empty now the heart ill used
So used to gentle dreams
No more to see the flower’s bloom
No song but silence’s scream
Tell me true, reflection mine
Convince these naked eyes
What errant way or walk or word
Did scorn this heart and thine?
Does not love, our love, true love
Still soar above the weather?
Or like Iccarus, did we dare too high
Then, fall to earth unfeathered?
I cast my lot on winds of change
Though the end be hard to find
His siren muse did have her chance
Now...I shall have mine.
Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2014