Form: Collins Sestet
The blindness of illusion sees beyond
Old thoughts of which a sultry heart seems fond
A wisdom unwilling to grow or learn
Emotional discord begins to burn
Black ashes fall like the discarded rain
Remnants of love can never heal the pain.
A fallen angel left to die alone,
With no solace found in the world of stone,
Echoes of the past breaking the lost soul,
It's only in death that it will come whole,
For life is a familiar winding lane
And remnants of love cannot heal the pain.
Yet letting go of all the salty tears, Releasing the heart from destiny’s fears, The willing heart can meet another date, On the journey that leads us all to fate, And clarity of truth stands to remain In remnants of love that never heal pain
©JGFarmer2011
A Garret Poet 