I am the one who’s supposed to love thee –
And age has been mercilessly cruel –
Its rampage has destroyed both love and hope,
Like careful fire thrown on some spilt fuel.
I was raised looking up at and to you,
In life’s battles you gained an awesome height.
I took your word as the ultimate law,
And I was never one to choose to fight.
Time, unfailingly, is the best teacher,
It raises the weak and topples the high,
It marks the practice against the preacher,
It stand right up and demands to know why.
Blind was supposed to be all love for thee,
Now how do I do, for now I can see.
Oh, I cannot help that night has loved me
More so than any reality day brought;
For night has soothed my dreams and set me free
Of the insanity that life has sought.
The loneliness people gave is day born;
None of the hours of night has whipped my soul;
While day has taught me anguish and scorn,
Night vents sorrow and resurrects me whole.
Sunlight reflects all the wrong in this life,
I doubt not it has taught me well to learn;
But starlight held my futile dreams through strife,
And it taught me to soothe: I do not burn.
I give my love through night, to night I turn;
Through day I may pass, for night I yet yearn.
I have no recourse, but to hear the break,
As personality comes, soon or late,
No matter the error trust and Love make,
Reality is the stronghold of fate.
Romanticism drowns in cracks of time,
And sanity prevails like a wart;
It is perhaps no fault of yours or mine,
Breaks just happen to the thinking sort.
Age gaps and family and wounds and sense
Creep up like four ganks in an online game;
So then, we weep with a lack of pretence;
Because we suddenly know who to blame.
And all we want from what’s left of this hope
Is a strong support and some length of rope.