they were both blindfolded;

one could shoot and the other promised he could.

pity
is
the
leftovers
given
to
the
swine
and
it
is
only
filling
w­hen
you
offer
a
hand
.

star crossed lovers
as romeo loved juliet
and a bird loves the dawn
and a country song sings of carrying on
as persephone loved hades
and patroclus loved war
and as children so love the dark of the moor
as orpheus so honours the snake that took his love
and as mourning in twilight is sung by the dove
by and by lust turns to love turns to pain
as prometheus looks forward
to the raven in the rain

does it always last?

that fresh love,
so sweet, so tender

that beyond long years
you shall remember

and even when
you swear you hate

that initial promise
guards the gate

or is it weakened
by gentle time

and recognized
by a look's remind

and laid upon
its partner's breast

when both lovers
sleep their final rest.

is it not in the strands of grass between us
that no matter the traditions we uphold,
there will always be human desire
and hate
and love

It is the mirror we covet, a pane restricted to the contorted visions of society.

Yet the window is endless in its ability to capture the vast outstretch to the world we fold away from.

is it not in the strands of grass between us
that no matter the traditions we uphold,
there will always be human desire
and hate
and love

It is the mirror we covet, a pane restricted to the contorted visions of society.

Yet the window is endless in its ability to capture the vast outstretch to the world we fold away from.