Of Love and Loss
Like a child asleep, in dreams so deep,
Among the nightingales, where spirits keep,
my heart and I—we bear the strain,
Of life’s mystery—both the joy and pain.
A woman’s shortcomings, a man’s requirements,
The cry of the children, love’s entanglements.
From the soul’s traveling, apprehensions grow,
as I walk in Eden, spirits and the winds blow.
Aurora paints the skies with light,
A seaside walk through the fading night.
Discontent at the village green, in minstrelsy’s tone,
Exaggeration in protest, where love once shone.
A dead rose lies where futures fade,
A lonely death-bed, where grief is laid.
Pain and pleasure, change upon change,
Comfort and consolation feel estranged.
A mother and poet, her song is sung,
Irreparable loss from grief has sprung.
Yet cheerfulness taught by reason may stay,
Adequacy and hope still find their way.
In the flush of faunas, life begins anew,
The Lord guides wife in love and in what is true.
A year’s spinning yields both sorrow and mirth,
And the poems of life reveal their worth.
WoPoLi 
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