He dreamt of love as it had once been|
A quick sharp hurt of untidy ruin.
Defying sense and sensitivity.
Denying loyalty and most morals.
With blithe insouciance and feeblest
of nods to logic, the brain lost all control
and not to heart which tends to take the blame.
Flesh so weak with passions strong,
life is a song tra la, eternity is now.
Tomorrow arrives and the lights switch on
the dream reduced to ruins
and apologies heart meant.
Never accepted but stored away
in some private rainy day collection.
Ready for the next betrayal.
© Bill Bisgood 2012