PoeticPassions

Quixotic dreams we dream
Weaving webs of love and sadness
Adrift in unimagined fields of fervor

Resistance is futile,
Though real;
Real like the love which
sails the seas unrequited and wasted.

The age of lyricism
Abates and dissolves
Into unspoken words;
Unadorned with poetic pasts,
corroded with impure verse,
swollen with weighted time.

Time is but a measure
of eternity.
Time, a poet's temptress,
a lover's enemy.

For in love, we are the song
Destined to be unsung.
A song that resurrects dreams,
and births sorrows

Our denouement shall never come.
Love, canonized,
under autumn leaves
in memory remains undone.