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By wind Date: 2001 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.21.00.38.16275]] |
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As I wander the waters edge, were the waves make passionate love to the shore, I find my self, gazing into Nights glimmering revelry, lost in murky judgments. Is Love really true, and is she faithful in her mythologies? For all her glories, would it be more true to say, in physic she lays, Deceptively clothed in the false splendor of hormonal passions? Capricious in her gifts, she leaves me without holiday cheer. Should my faith prove false, founded on desperate hopes and obsolete dreams, What will all my stellar borne yearnings alight on, without hearts perch? I feel the hands of fey lust about my neck, as calculating day throttles romantic night. Fool, they say, fool for Love and better off pursuing easier game; But no grail lies at the end of that shallow quest; so a Fool will I remain, For perhaps it's only the Fools that can rise and fall on Night's visions. |