We all like drastic changes, from time to time

Something makes us portend to the calamitous or the sublime

A guess away may be that coveted flame; an estimate later, somebody

you’d forgotten again

Solitude calls us to render a demand

A stone’s throw to the cosmos might be illicit or truly grand

In a sentence, there’s so much love out there it’s worth the wait

Yet in a manner of speaking, our heart tells us when it’s too late.

So, risk again,

I shall leave it there.