by: Neil Harding McAlister
Our passion once lit up the nights
As brilliant as the Northern Lights;
But just as evanescent, it would seem.
Cold reason told us, run in fear;
But love’s strange brightness drew us near,
Like moths into its hypnotizing beam.
Now cheerless luminescence creeps;
The light is there without the heat;
And what remains is just a frigid gleam.
Do you know where the feeling goes
As over us life’s seasons flow?
The love we shared and used to know
Has vanished like the melting snow --
A winter’s dream.
A sweet and fragile fantasy,
A sand castle beside the sea,
How can love stand against a rising tide?
The lover who was part of you,
Who bared his bleeding heart to you,
Is by the rushing waters washed aside.
The flood has doused affection’s fires,
Extinguishing our hearts’ desires,
And snuffing out our hopes and dreams besides.
With changing fortune’s ebb and flow
We watch love’s seasons come and go;
Bright promises we treasured so
Drowned in emotion’s undertow;
Our vows belied.
I know that when the passion dies
A mouthful of well-meaning lies
Is kinder, when the truth gets in the way.
A mournful chorus gathers ‘round
To serenade us with the sound
Of silence, when there’s nothing left to say.
You kill me with an empty kiss
To tell me I’ll get over this
And learn to love again another day.
But hearts are not like weathervanes
That veer with changing joy and pain.
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