Yet

Yet

And when she threw her arms around me

I knew... some thing had died

The love that fanned my passions

Had vanished from inside.

Oh fickle heart, whatever happened

How did forever-more retire

With yesterday’s Sun gone setting

So much light had tired, lost fire.

Leaving love like ours... dimmed in Ashes

Only tinder for life’s regrets

Making grey mud with her tears

A shell for holding 'yets'.

Yet tomorrow... passion can rise again

Sun rising, hoped yet to shine

Yet fickle fate can have it’s say

Showing today as only... soured wine.

A glass thrown down hard, on concrete floor

No dancing barefoot here it seems

Well, fill anew one fresh, with fine home-made brew

From dreams I do not see, yet still unseen.

For walk I alone into this gray night

Searching... anywhere for bright

To mix with further Suns to rise

With someone else, to hold Light in tight.

For long, together never strong stands alone

Fired magnets yet searching these wild lands

For balancing energies to draw, create

New glass crystals made from sand.

For lovers proud, to fill, sip, savor, spinning

New life swirling out into Space

Leaving gray mists formed, to cover the black

So Sun can rise in place.

And dissipate those mists that form

Sprinkling yet, more water drops on these sands

Feeding marigold flowers that grow, blooming in spring

Worthwhile gardens in this, the dust of Man.