When in love

 In love, one sees - with the eyes of the heart – brilliant, rainbow skies.

Hours upon hours of veiled, bright, living light, fill ones blinded eyes.

Lives - all wrapped up by loves sharp talons, clutching at - glow.

A glow one sees, feels, experiences, touches, lives, believe know.

 

Then come days, when one wonders, where will it all go ?,

as love’s life slipped out the back door, leaving nothing to show

– except waning memories, memorabilia, loss of breath and sighs –

as all has moved on, ( changes in one’s glass of beer ) and cries.

 

And so, loves Sweet Street - once a lush garden full of wonder –

now meanders, - wanders upon desert sands – barren and asunder,

into emptiness, into meaningless passages, – of time, of life –

those shadowy, dark spaces of one’s mind, filled with strife.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

September 2^nd 2003