BUM'S RUSH...
I.
The dance around this house was quite amusing:
At first I hesitated and you dreamed.
Then I took on your dream. It got confusing
When you gave voice to reason where I schemed.
Your change of mind can drive me to distraction
But what changed here was merely point of view.
I sensed truth in each opposite reaction
But sense was not what I looked for in you.
And in that tension I made stupid choices
Because our hearts and heads were all at war.
I felt half-mad caught in between those voices;
I'm sick with grief, but not mad any more.
It always was a gamble, and I hedged
My bets and lost, and just remain on edge.
II.
How odd that sex should drag our hearts in tow.
Perhaps that is the reason that mankind
In former days surrounded sex with fences;
Hearts could take time, and time let loving grow.
How can hearts now find balance with our minds?
We're on our own, and simple common sense
Is usually the first thing we let go.
We put on blinkers, then claim "love is blind."
Our suffering is merely recompense
For following our heart although we know
That love is not the only tie that binds.
In blood-soaked soil we blindly pitch our tents.
God's mercy's seldom so fully revealed
As where that soil bears fruit and we are healed.
III.
There is no miracle like daybreak, yet
We take it, too, for granted, as we take
All miracles. We just refuse to see
That they surround us when our needs are met.
The heart knows daybreak, too, but here we make
The same disastrous error. Can it be
We've grown so blind we cannot see the debt
We owe? All dreams will end when we awake.
All acts of love are sacraments and free
Us to see more than body heat and sweat
In them. Let us admit that when hearts break
Like day, our heartbreak finds its golden key.
At break of day I thank God for the light—
In hearts, in life, in love—that ends the night.
C
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