fool to love

i saw yellow flowers
by waters in a dream
struck by the power
of beauty i had seen
but now before the fort
brambles keep the gate
fool sings out rose within
still no sword but pen

alas the poets wrath are these cool baths
fool to love who loves one less than half

stolen from stone
in gold rings far from land
to deadly worlds no light but cold
in chains with all the gang
trying to mend what we cannot
one learns to know the pain
love is strong though life is not
panacea flies home again

this is one story as told to two
in this our solo pas de deux adieu adieu adieu

when i think of you again
never knowing what this means
out of my mind i go
you come before i leave
out of my mind you go
i come before you leave

alas the poets wrath are these cool baths
fool to love who … this is one story as told to two
in this our solo pas de deux adieu adieu adieu

© sylvi & see through publishing november 1995 (socan)

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