And I knew
There would never be
Love in her eyes
If she looked at me again
No trust
No love
No trust
No love
Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle
In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw
I prefer the rise and fall
The twist and turn
Cliche they are
But how I learn
Only under such conditions
Can the light of both ideas
Converge upon unexplored ground
Where it often illuminates
An insight better than either idea
Ever changing
Never changing
Just like me
Nature’s harmony
Of shade and tone and texture
The way the gull finds the air
Which lifts him into the sky
The foamy leading edge
Of the wave lapping at my feet
Soft light through a rain-spattered window
With a good book and a cozy couch
It took me many years
To discover on my own
The magic in darkness