To understand the incomprehensible requires a new way of understanding.
There is a love that is true and free
To express doubt,
As well as affirmation,
To talk in terms
Of misgivings and the
Need for understanding.
And there is that incipid poison
That declares "I love you",
Whilst withholding
Even the courtesy
And common decency
Of empathic dialogue.
For a while the two can co-exist,
Until the one
Destroys the other -
Or they each
Continue to flourish
In their separate worlds.
- + - + - + - + - + -
When the two co-habit the same organism,
The borderline
Between is fixed,
And the mind,
Floating freely,
Flits from one to the other.
What hope is there to reconcile
Fearless love
With sentiment?
Must their host
Endure the pain
Of endless separation?
Go to your books you men of science,
And you wont find
A lasting cure.
A groove has been cut
That cannot be crossed
By freewheeling intelect.
The secret place of sentiment
Lies hidden
In the dream;
Harsh exposure
To the light
Is unbearable.
= 1 = 1 = 1 =
Only the touch of a fearless hand
Can re-affirm
A heart of love;
Displacing guile,
And rendering
The poison ineffective.
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Brave piece! I love the defy to "men of science". And so very true.