Last night I went out once again
To ply my ancient trade.
I’ve seldom heard a word of praise
For all the love I’ve made.

.. few have ever dared to care
How love can go astray.
Most accept their lover’s fate
When love just fades away.

I have to hit two hearts at once.
It’s timing, don’t you see.
And sometimes lovers close their heart.
To all, especially me.

I’m sorry for mistakes I’ve made.
I’d surely take them back.
If only I could give you all
The love in life you lack.

But if you’ll give me one more chance.
I’ll follow every lead.
And promise to keep at my work
To find the love you need.

And when I do, I’ll string my bow,
And line my arrow true.
And then the world will see once more
What Cupid still can do. – Cupid, Greenwolfe

The fingers of the light…

 

“The Fingers of the Light
Tapped soft upon the Town
With “I am great and cannot wait
So therefore let me in.” – 
Emily Dickinson

 

 

To a garden full of posies
Cometh one to gather flowers;
And he wanders through its bowers
Toying with the wanton roses,
Who, uprising from their beds,
Hold on high their shameless heads
With their pretty lips a-pouting,
Never doubting – never doubting
That for Cytherean posies
He would gather aught but roses.

In a nest of weeds and nettles,
Lay a violet, half hidden;
Hoping that his glance unbidden
Yet might fall upon her petals.
Though she lived alone, apart,
Hope lay nestling at her heart,
But, alas! the cruel awaking
Set her little heart a-breaking,
For he gathered for his posies
Only roses – only roses!

Fool me once…

 

The well is dry, the well is dry!

And 

Try as I might

I cannot cry

And

Feel as I do

I have no clue

Why

Of all the people in the world

It had to be you

– GAO

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack Kerouac

“No thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire.”  – L. Frank Baum, The Lost Princess of Oz

“In my errant life I roamed
To learn the secrets of women and men,
Of gods and dreams.
I’ve known all the countries of our world,
I’ve lived a thousand lives:
Many lives I lived in love,
Other lives I squandered.
For in my life I never traveled,
All I did was wander.” – Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“Even paradise could become a prison if one had enough time to take notice of the walls.”