mystery

What mystery is the soul

that calls to wake when love comes dreaming at your door,

a confusion of lights that bewilder the heart,

a thousand years of joy

becomes a million years of pain,

and all the while you hope the next smile

or gesture is for you,

and you mistake her tendril lips

of kindness

for a need she cannot deliver,

so you wander here, there, and everywhere,  led by hope,

a  tragedian

inside the common fishbowl of your life,

and all the time, you are just looking for

some love by the shore.

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