Love's Fool

Over time’s wanton flailing, a drunken revelation of delight

Stars unnamed but radiating a seldom recognized wave of breathless thought

And seeking, but locked in the confusion of pains oft remembered and never sought.

I breathe.

Trained by notions, hard fought or given. A limitless echo of raindrops from life laden clouds.

It sings to me

Do I see what is or what might be?

It matters not

Twisting in the boundless ecstasy of spouting blooms, whistling tunelessly of dreams half remembered and never lost.

Careworn denial of hopes set free. What is this sight before me?

Like a mountain of wisdom eaten in a moment, this glance grabs hold and shakes the contents loose, so wisdom flees and hides beneath a shroud of dream come true.

Makes me love’s fool.

Strangling me with the memories

And pooling low, so low the subaudible hum of it rattles my bones and sets me trembling. Not a boat unmoored and buffeted in the waves, but a prisoner tied and straining against the chains of uncertainty.

Crying for release.

Bare for all to witness and never understand the importance of the moment suspended from fleeing.

Who saw and knew?

A drowning goddess pained and lost, wandering with naked feet through fields of heartache made of glass.

Carving bitterness into the soles until the pain bleeds out and trails the stain of it in an ever-meandering path of wonder.

Who? Not who. Why?

Why and why and why a thousand times until the thrum of it echoes in the mind and pulls the meaning from the words.

The saddest tune I ever heard.

But then a different thing breaks through.

You.