Convergence (1)

Why do I compare you to the moon’s height, because I lose myself in vast space,

Seems in classical Love, made you into a goddess…and then I see you pass

One gold earring, all class, and I want to debase myself I’m embarrassed

Tragic or comic life, I don’t know which, when I stand dumbly, or let’s drop the pretense,

“Life’s not a Hollywood movie, it’s a bitch”, a woman once said, love’s dart has

Pierced my flesh, and I’m wounded doc, at our distance apart, fate twists

The knife, so many whispers are gale forces against all my attempts

To be in your life, and that’s why I stare, Beauty – her way never possessed