Of Eros & of Strife
You say; "What of Eros and of Strife?"
When, I have been the prophet of my life"
Composing stanzas and similitudes,
At sunset sadly disposed of the residues.
At dawn awoke somewhat censorious,
Worn down each day by some frail chorus
Of dour philosophic platitudes;
- With thoughts sublime and obscure moods.
Awoken by some passion or desire?
The maid below re-kindles fire.
While I above, reflect on love
The lamp wound down, I sternly strove
In night-time's splendour to withdraw,
The latch to drop, now lock the door
On past and future periodic times
Bereft of reasons or of rhymes.