how can it be said any other way:
the sadness of deep unanswered love
makes even the stars drop like flies
in mourning -- why must it be so?

eroding the heart of he who was brave
and foolish enough to open it
canyons of unfulfillment keep him company
instead of the woman that enchanted him

the whole world seems to him barren
as his chest turns to ash
and blows away upon unforgiving winds
this is how youth's dreams come to die

he crawls into a cave to lick his wound
not daring to return under the sun
lest the world curse him again
with the sight of a fair magic woman

his own solitude becomes intimate company
darkness the most unconditional embrace
adopted by the peace of being broken
as the world forgets his name, his face

there, a thousand years pass in a day
and a day may last a thousand years

there, nobody can be certain
is it death or unknown shapes of god
hiding in the thick brooding shadows

whomever it may be
I am theirs


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(december 2020)