empty promises flutter off naive lips
and into the ears of the innocent,
poised with hope and
manipulated by the invisible constraints of desire.
to be loved in a lonely world–
a natural wish
that possesses each soul
from the day of its becoming.
sugarsweet lies in bitter contrast
to the
stonecold shatter of revoked passion
but the sun will set on the days of
destructive desire
and rise to an era of
patient, pure intention.
empty promises become full,
heartfelt in a way that
the heart has not yet felt.
no longer plagued by
the cruelty of desire,
one can breathe freely.
to be loved in a lonely world–
a natural wish
and yet suddenly love has become
as abundant as air.
-M.M.