Lovers alas, lovers alas Whoever sees that faceless face Confusion in him amass Desperation will embrace. For beloved cross every pass Worldly affairs slow their pace A flowing brook amidst the grass Flowing tears his face shall trace His ego is shattered glass Self-estranged, himself deface Sense the Divine in spirit and mass If he is truly seeking grace Love can withstand molten brass Gives his own soul in this chase Through this trap lovingly pass And find himself beside that face With love himself will embarrass Lost in time and in space There’s no cure, potion, herb or grass For one who’s lost his earthly base And his prize, to reach that class In this futile endless race Until death too will come to pass And move him to that place. The love that hurts will never pass It is a very special case Transcendent love has its own class The aching heart is wrapped in lace Run out of sand many hourglass
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 21:15:29 +0000
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