O my days ! they pass in bits and parts
And nights availed in pieces and shreds.
Heaven’s cover on us accords
How we be, in life endowed.
I’ve wanted long to know this heart
And heard it snigger upon each shot
Like a freer loud to my failure again
Life’s rout, loss, out shut and tamed.
What care I though, of these defeats
Their potshots and attacks oblique ?
Move I must, walk on and keep
The beau I have after my dream
And this unrest my way
Stalking ever since.
My story starts but goes nowhere
Without that name…my paramour
Who rests dissolved and is about spread
From within the folds of my dark mane.
Ill-repute ? Yes, I will embrace
I’m lost no more nor misplaced
Why must I not heed the call I hear
Of the youth in me, its lovely smear ?
Why hold back from its joyous yields
Its lay happy, permeated intimacy ?
Not all destinies are easy and straight
Life’s bliss some must snatch, then pay.
Flowing tears pause to remind the eye
It’s not the goblet that melts in wine !
Is the day over and evening’s silence set ?
Or groom’s party on the boat drenched ?
I hear no dirge from the river shore
Not a howl rips, no cries rend the air !