Song to the Future Love
I told my love all my heart
And poor thinking, thought he'd go away
He understood the discomfort of the smart
And kissed for a brighter day
He said "Never hold the notion unclear
That life difficult keeps us rent asunder
The promise of gold still holds good here
And forever calm after thunder"
Is love that never run smooth the lie that holds
Our mind when our heart runs too glad deeper?
He told me that brass must turn to gold
Obstacles dissolve into inevitable forever
The course is run through daily division
And yet the ties cut through even more certainty
That love will tame even this unruly sun
To beacon home all metal made of constancy
I shall run as fool if needed, but not fool
For heart not roaming from native grass.
I am beyond love and still in love. The rule
Is broken...
But not the loveliness in which my metal is cast...
