If life could be so unfair
As to bestow upon one man
A heart that begs love enough to swell
To fill each beating basin over-welled
Love enough to breach a boundless sea
That man is me.

And, if having felt such love
A man could grow to then forget
If fate could shape such a callous fool
Toward the self uncommon-cruel
Could the right hand to the left belie
That pain is mine.

No pride can go long sustained
To stand is but halfway to kneel
To the cosmos, rigid wills we bring
What with Saturn deems to bend a ring
Wise to curve and carve our humbling scars
So sit the stars.

The night and moon live in peace
In same, life is a neutral friend
Only a home where the mind is kept
No rug under which our dreams are swept
Nor grand antagonist to evade
So hope is made.

If you let the magic flow
And loose the clutches of control
You will come to learn the sun is wise
On his stoic clock, he yearns to rise
And when it’s too hard to be alone
Then we walk home.

If ever there were a man
So stubborn as to forge shackles
Made heavy laden with his own hand
And break, in time, these same burden-bands
So to know the debt of being freed
Then this is he.