Of Love's Kind Learning and Kaleidescopes

 

Oh my love, it seems we cannot

Return to starry-eyed youth

Or exchange for bliss of ignorance

Wisdom’s un-embellished truth

Oh my love, now we are older

And the thing that we have learned

Is merely this; quadrille of nature’s

Seasons past can’t be returned

And the moment we are holding

Even now slips to Time’s crypt

As we hear our voices pondering

When and how these decades slipped

Oh my love, we journey forward

What is past is nothing now

But the shards of love's kind learning

Etched into its afterglow

…where scattered tumbles, triumphs, stumbles

Pattern; a kaleidoscope

Within our thought, its gilded shadows

Images of hurt and hope

Oh my love, humbly we gather

From the chaff strewn at our feet

The pearl of wisdom we have garnered

In love’s learning; bitter-sweet

© Janet Martin

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