A poet’s love

I hold up high,The red, white and blue.You are my Country,My refuge, my pride,You satisfy,My want for belonging,My need to try,To uphold justice,Freedom and peace,A love in me,That will never cease.I’ll try my best,To be worthy of you,Always grateful,Never untrue.

It begins!And is over so soonAnd we, wastePrecious time,Playing, the Loon,Accusing,Every one elseOf our troubles,And LunaticallyScreaming,At the lonely Moon.

Without friend,Without affection,From dear life we run and hide,Even tears become less stressful,If there’s someone there, when cried.

So much can’t be explained,The origins, depths of reason,Happenings, FeelingsSo many of Life’s strange dealingsWe live in a state of perpetual frightTrying to get things rightAnd not succeeding.Writing, reading, thinkingLike imprisoned hamstersGoing round and roundOn that, cruelest of wheelsIn most miserable cage,Going no where,Leading sometimes toDeep inner rage,But never opening, totallyLife’s great Mysteries,And fathomless, secrets.Are…

And start to showDevotion,New Stars are bornOf Light,In emotional explosionAs Venus,Once by chance,Imagined,Love’s emotions.

For in them,Deep dark waters flow.How deep is Love?Maybe you know,For I have tried,To tell you so.How deep is Love?If we would know,We would posses,Life’s secret flow.