In mantled morning when sun shyly shone ,
the heart did herald dance of dawn sublime,
and muddled mind in misted thought was drawn,
on bended knee where lingering love had torn,
the shroud of suffering from sorrow’s face;
revealing raw and raddled, truth as grace.
That moment when the light did linger long,
and trace the brittle brightness barely born,
so grief did gather glory in glad hands,
as something hope had hurled in full abandon,
in shivered, shining shawls of hate and hurt;
the drape of doubt in drench of bitter curse.
But day in burst becoming brought bare torch,
which shone upon the lies which littered, laid,
as blossoms bruised and blanched upon the path,
dropped by infatuation’s fair and fickle hands,
which mark the map all lovers do demand;
to mock in memory mere mortal plans.