Definitions

Starry Crossed Lines

Reality bites, elegance writes
In a hand that’s accustomed to sleepless nights.
Modesty hits, reticence fits
In with company where truculence sits.

Opposites connect with ill effect,
They lose the simplicity that soul mates detect.
What they seek yet is grace, a shadowed face,
A breast that their mind’s eye can trace.

The love of the charged with their strength so enlarged
Speaks soon to the poor couple that fate will have forged
Expecting each day is a reunion away
With their collection of feelings essential to say.

Time, most of all, with its sensual haul
Forces a rift, be it fatal or small
And paints it with life and sound reason gone rife
Then tacks it under with a utility knife.

If ever that moment of mutual torment
Is recalled with all that it might then foment,
It carries the equation of long determination
The sense foregone of vital creation.