When Significance is Lost
I'm seeking solace.
As I've found.....
True loves, not for me.
Truth be told, I'm a fool ......who's lost.
Left to my own devices.
Nyctophilia soothes my wiles.
For I wear it like a cloud.
My emotions are agapē ......And,
I'm floundering in life.
There had been a day, we'd thought, would be our last !
No more, morrows dawns, we'd see.
T'was that moment,our souls did bond.
Hearts turned to stone.
And all else but the day...
Seemed
Expedient, as is, our demise.
Giajl © Jim Love