I knew me a place once
Where love had no value,
Compassion neither.
Intolerable sterility
Pervaded all,
Spending languid days of order.
Noticing nothing
Except a slender something
Barely remembered.
And portents of the stars,
Blamed
For our transgressions.
How foolish.
How fearful.
Conduct must be faced head on
Not syrup laced and then be gone.
The transience of pleasure
Is nothing to the permanence of joy.
The heart cannot have both as mistress
Unless bound together by love.
Look,
Look at the harm done with good intentions.
Lose love and the world falls apart
Yet continues to spin.
How easily forgotten you are.
