Valentine's Day has just passed
in my world
and your birthday
could have been Monday
in my world
I seem to fall for fractured love
tarnished minds
hearts that have lost a regular rhythm
and blind souls
I ignore that darkness
and only see
I guess
what I long to see
the art
the creative spirit
lurking somewhere inside
sadly
unbridled drinking and gambling
slowly squash a love that could have been
one-sided giving and supporting
in the name of love
seeing the good behind the facade
can be a bad thing
if it peels away an identity
peels the identity back to a raw innocence
riddled with excuses and
misguided determination to carry on
in the name of love
three fishermen in my life
who relentlessly kept fishing
and I let them bait me
one side of me says I should have passed on by
the other side says
perhaps your spirit is best
with the spark
of another spirit
however briefly lingering
that connecting spark may be
music
art
a wise mind
that is your real joy
your real love
Valentine's Day has just passed
in my world
and still I cannot ignore
my final awakening
my third and final fisherman
your birthday
could have been Monday
P.S. - NOTE TO SELF
Never be a Charmian Clift to a George Johnston
