the insane hope that love will flower again

that the heart must languish
that the wane echo if a ‘might have been’
should thread itself through the dark chambers
and infinite vessels of a heart forlorn

when one considers
how cold and bitter
the draft. . .
once so cheerfully toasted
when one considers how dangerous and insane love can be

perchance it is better that
the blinding light of love
drains all thought and consideration from our flask
better that love makes us blind
better. . .

in love the heart must languish
casting its vapor seeds on the winds of night
with no plan
no map
no reason
save the insane hope
that love will flower again

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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