Where are the oceans made from tears
That is the love of God?
A flood that was the passion
Lost in memories bittersweet.
And all the arrows of deceit
Sent down with feckless fraud,
Upon the weak and withered souls
Left lost within this bog.
In the darkness, in the night,
Or the light from love's illusion;
Who can free them from their bonds
Of this earthly, cruel delusion?
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2019