• Issue 59 / July - September 2007

    The Aftermath of Love

    Victor H. Earnest

    How sad, how poor; we are eaten up by the chase.
    Hurtled all around, we sob and rustle
    As if we resemble winnowed leaves
    Since life path tramples our heart castle.

    Wondering the yonder of the shades
    “Let bygones be bygones” no longer holds true.
    Why autumn evermore betrays lovers
    Dispersing men and scattering ladies

    The ease of souls someday blossom with peace
    No doubt resurrection lays bare
    The repose of hearts; fleeting and deceased,
    Turning our shadows into reality.


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