Thursday, March 05, 2009

AN OLD FAVORITE...


THAT RIDE


A roller coaster’s no place for a heart,
Yet love sends every heart off on that chase,

Dragged up by clanking chains to dizzy heights

From which there’s no way down except the one.


No mere descent that first, wild downward start:
The rushing speed begins a fearful race,

In every swoop and curve new fears, delights,

Momentum making madness of the run.


Each downslope drives the next ascent, and smartly.
Each ascent shaves minims off the pace.
Diminuendo all: the thrill, the frights,

And in the end you land where you’d begun.


Adrenaline recedes. Relief. And then:

One kiss, and God! it all begins again.

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