Your forever tomorrow came again not today
I am not surprised
I blink in slow motion and smile
Because I have nothing to lose, even less to prove.
Your jaded heart meets a brave one
Lovelorn and long away lochs
Of which you know nothing
And you again risk disappointment and derision.
Did your worship
Find a god of flaming tresses
Or is it another false prophet
You denied three times?
Is this is all there is,
This series of insipid misnomers, stupid misdemeanours and cupid near-misses?
Not that it matters or so you tell yourself.
And not that I care, but do you care to dance?
There were other pretenders to the throne
That abdicated before their coronation.
It was a rational inner-national disgrace and we stiffened upper lip to save face.
And now from the shadows comes creeping hope and slit-eyed caution.
The past winters of discontent
Have killed the buds and blooms but have not hardened
The kernel of other possibilities that lay open
And yet again I stand at the door to let in all my tomorrows
All their cosmic nooks of infinite possibilities
And woe-begone slashed and dried sorrows.
If love be war and it is I do beseech.
Then truth is the first casualty…