Thursday, November 11, 2010

Loss

 Promise of healing,
 The threat of pain,
 Mentally alert,
 Spiritually inane.

 Rays of sunshine,
 An arc of rain,
 Flowers without
 Dormant remain.

 I know you so well,
 Perhaps all in vain.
 Mimicking all
 Too soon you'll change.

 Years of bliss,
 A life to feign.
 Suffer degradation
 Imitating gain.

 Summers of passion
 While winters remain.
 Ardor departs;
 Apathy reigns.