The iodine of lapsed desires
The sting clinches my strength
The cold claws at my fire
Stealing my gleameth

You walk on by to war
Now I wish you would reappear
But the notes are black on the red eyes of Mars . . .
year after year

there is a tune somewhere in my head
waiting its turn to be heard;
it will escape the silence one of these days
and surprise the Universe with its song.

'A match made in Heaven'
what a wonderful thought.

The poet and their muse.

Love longs to slake your thirst
but needs you to acknowledge;
you thirst.

Falling into the trap, 'One Sunrise is much like any other'
Man and Woman deny their own uniqueness weaved within each new day, to be granted the gift of wonder, and in so doing experience the giving of sheer genuine heartfelt thanks.