A man shrouded in the darkness of his past love.
O where went thy, Righteous Love?
a future fond, gazing truthfully—
now Truth is usurped;
new precedent takes hold.
glimpses flash in fool’s pass—
a crossroad, One’s choice:
annexed of thy heart;
the frog in Love’s throat turns Future into Past
a futile attempt, moreover, i knew;
now yearn, to place content, I do—
yet, content is no more than Earthly forget,
now God must stand due.
admit i must, in dishonorable grace,
understand i not, my sufferings’ place;
or my path, or my Life?
so i cry to thou with ink from my knife.
a teary page on which i write,
as Love turns, gently, into Night;
now sleep, i must:
escape my Trust, from Earthly dusk.
