Arrogance of Love

Stuck en shards of amber,
Memories and dreams

[Aside.]
These dayes it’s difficult to note a difference b’tween the two.

To sever
To cut them loose

One need not be a giant
One need not swing heavily the labrys

One need only drink from the Virgin’s Well

One need not be a rajah to boast
Of stars burning beneath one’s boot
One need only to be stricken w/ the pangs of love

One need not be a smith
W/ a flare for metre and rime
To regale the Duke’s table w/ tales of
Monsters, sirens, and mariners at sea, adrift

One need only to be the handsome object
Of a damsel’s sincerest affection

Note well a brave alchemy (en disguise),
Foam-formed

Bound to bring the world gloriously to its knees
Bound to usher en, if only momentarily, a new Golden Age

Note well the arrogance of love,
Triumphant!

© LogosVox 2013
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