Wednesday, July 01, 2015

A mystery

She points at a tree sapling
Glowing and fresh, standing out
Against a suffering sky

Thunderstorms drenching
Her thirst, o bewildered heart
Beyond comprehension

Why must you fall and fall, o lover

Wild hair in stormy nights
Wild eyes and wild songs
She does not know how to catch you

She does not know how to keep you
From choices
She does not understand

A heart must fall
In Love, a mystery
Only the heart understands