The Dream and the Drive

I have watched women's hopes of men and seen them fall away bit by bit. I have watched their love fade in the way that the freshness of morning dribbles to death in the hard dry heat of noon. I have watched dreams of friendship and sharing die in the emptiness of two separate souls both designed to procreate but one wanting to spread the seed to many vessels the other to make a warm safe home. Even though both obey a primal call The male drive to spread excitement and exploration must mix with romantic care and dreams. Then this thing that women give is sacrificed to the hot cauldron of man driven by sex and pride And in our age we all look back and see this thing and watch the dieing of the hope in the brightness of the youth and watch it move into the brittle truce of aged man and woman.