The stings, that disappointment brings, are deep,
When one’s believed in Love, and seen Love fail.
So often, on-track lives go off the rail,
And so, the Soul returns to caverns, deep,
And there, She waits, and gives up near all hope,
And huddles ‘between the rock, and the hard place’
And disbelieves in love, and faith and grace.
And rolls like round rocks, down a grassy slope
So gingerly, she weaves a net of rope
But lets the fish swim out! She cannot bear
To handle gentle things ungently. Where
Is gone the happy, faithful child of hope,
Who played with butterflies, and kites on strings?
O! Such an one is meant for joyful things!
Categories:
ungently, betrayal, depression, joy, lost
Form: Italian Sonnet
Far away in the sultry night
A horn impatient blowing
Conscience delayed the vulture's flight
The heart's intent is knowing
And the candles left still burning
And the song is playing softly
O bed with comfort conspiring
To break a heart ungently
Far away in the sultry night
Love is conquered and decieved
The luscious apple brims the sight
And sorrow's pale web is weaved
I know you would not stay for long
I felt your heart receding
You could not dance to just one song
Go down, your car is waiting.
Categories:
ungently, lost love, heart, song,
Form: Rhyme