A Canticle for Blazing Hearts
Time shifted when I saw your face,
for as a daemon I live in disgrace.
Taken to a simpler time,
removed to a state of mental unwind.
And in this clarity of mind,
I attain the nature of rhyme.
To ponder what a horrible place;
could damn this hex on the human race.
That which makes love temporary.
Tho’ now we hear contemporaries:
“Love can be for everyone”,
“Let’s make love, let’s have fun”.
A bane on the human race,
love with lust is now replaced.
True, desired by everyone,
then growing old makes them run.
For when your aged, drying in the sun;
and if you happen to glance down,
pray you're lucky to have found,
a leathery hand upon your own.
Into whose face would you peer?
One you have know but a few years,
or one that’s been their through the tears?
When I raise my crumbly head,
and know that soon I may be dead,
I only hope that I can gaze,
upon the eyes that read this page.