0 commentsDespair stabbed me on the way to delight:
Its jagged blade, forged of hardened tears,
Shore off the jasmine fragrance of the night,
Postponed the puissant dawn for another year.
O watch that won’t run, day that refuses to break!
What infernal flaw ground your gears to a halt?
How do I weather the sorrow foaming in your wake
Or, tired and alone, ward off your relentless assault?
Like a wayward meteor, I tumble through a sky
That resents me, subject to laws I never chose;
Yet that inner law of anarchic love belies
The empty sheets made empty by a lover’s woes.
O Lady Justice, come see what has transpired!
Surely you will listen to my appeal,
And restore to life a bliss that had expired,
Lest the eternal law of lovers be repealed.
Monday, June 13, 2011 8:45 PM
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