Apr 2014
May the heart act upon the soul with no thought,
For upon the conjurings of passions shall we burn,
Upon thee flaming torches of thy lonesome heart,
Only in the pursuing act of thy passion's concern.
Too can we act upon thy brain and lack 'tis soul,
For may logic yield but 'tis delayed passionate act,
Rather shall we'st hesitate thy plot until we know,
That when all'st adieu, our sanity stays intact...
For upon the conjurings of passions shall we burn,
Upon thee flaming torches of thy lonesome heart,
Only in the pursuing act of thy passion's concern.
Too can we act upon thy brain and lack 'tis soul,
For may logic yield but 'tis delayed passionate act,
Rather shall we'st hesitate thy plot until we know,
That when all'st adieu, our sanity stays intact...
A poem on passion and thought -- references to Hamlet's internal struggle of whether to give into passion and act or stay in the realm of logic and never take action.
