"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

WILD HEART

Love is like a piano keyboard
It seems digital black and white;
But its music is infinite,
As varied as each day and night.

It takes a wild heart to play it
And all your soul to heed its demands;
But there’s no manuscript to follow,
Nothing to steer your trembling hands.

There are times you know love’s got you
Spreadeagled on its stave once more;
But she has other men who offer
Grander melodies to explore.

Yet like a fool you take your chances
With desires that suffer no delay;
But she gives her pledge to another,
Your descant slowly fades away.

So what has it cost you this failed fancy -
Just an adagio never performed?
But you know it was so much more than that:
It’s left your wild heart barren and deformed.


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