Nihil

When Time shouts, “Feast!”

For love’s sunrise in bloom;

Need you look for flowers

Or even for sun-kissed notes?

Ah, forbid you – save dejection…

If his armor blocks the soft heart,

Then feed not on dreamy thoughts,

For if he waves a hand empty…

Only warm self and poise;

You shall have kept that smile,

And the feast shall move on…

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Old, old poem I wrote  on Valentines ’97. Can you sense the longing for thoughtfulness?

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