A Lover’s Errands

poem

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As if by bold embrace
One could unmask the petulance of nature’s seething churl
The cool fortitude brought on by winter’s frozen dawn
And now old on idle providence
Lost only by degrees on a lover’s errands

Anamnesis of love’s fawning pride
Such rapture resplendent like the sunny morn
Unbridled, yet obsequious in its leaning
Tutors its froth in the art of misgivings
And yet is the conception of its own accouchement

Set out from this time henceforth
Blind to the course of love’s forged affectation
To find solace in that which is truth
Not a soul’s contrived meanderings
Nor tiptoe on the shards that are the steel of charm

Now is not the time to forestall
Now is the time to rise above the slanderous canopy
Above gossip forged like gossamer on angel’s wings
Not prolonged to live by courage, but lust
And by that which falls at your feet like dust

And as if by chance or fortune
Tender mercy, complaint, denial or hate
Should one find the perpetuity of even God’s holy fate
To employ among the advantages of loves embrace
Do not by miscreancy or foible be fooled by errands make.