Love's Labors
Scattered suspended thought marbles,
glistens off the rolling water ripples.
Each beacon, a love goddess’s reflection
hovering in gentle pace from above.
My love, shown to her many waters,
broken in calculated prisms to be
or not, now a scattered soul lost.
If only calm could waves besiege,
then love would be below as above.
Where confused many angers laid,
a single fire would be maid and I.
Darkness and I would strangers be.
This loneliness would give to light
that illuminates a common shore.
But this is not, forevermore.
glistens off the rolling water ripples.
Each beacon, a love goddess’s reflection
hovering in gentle pace from above.
My love, shown to her many waters,
broken in calculated prisms to be
or not, now a scattered soul lost.
If only calm could waves besiege,
then love would be below as above.
Where confused many angers laid,
a single fire would be maid and I.
Darkness and I would strangers be.
This loneliness would give to light
that illuminates a common shore.
But this is not, forevermore.
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