The Master Builder
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(To Henrik Ibsen, June 23, 2025)
I don’t believe ideal love is real…
Can castles in the sky be built to last
eternities? Or rather burn, as fast
as marriage papers (and melt the holy seal)?
Besides, I hate to think I’m meant to steal
the blueprint to a fortress from my past
to use to plan my future, to forecast
the whim of winds who caren’t for mortal zeal?
Does there exist a Master Builder clever
enough to build a home that neither rots
nor suffers,—which fever may never sever?
Apart from high upon the playwright’s stages,
or daftly dancing in a daisy’s thoughts,
soulmates live alone on a poet’s pages
Copyright © X F Lacasse | Year Posted 2025
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