My Affection is wasted on You
Its fiery character nulled by your staunch resignation
Fledgeling and broken, it perseveres still
How is it so? A curious thing seemingly immortal
Why must it thrive? A dead star aureate in a milion years
Nary a tempestuous moment passes without its subtle prodding
In nighttime, noon and day
How somber is the realization that the journey from mild fascination through deep yearning must end in harrowing contemplative reflection
For if acquiescence to the solemn inevitability of life's wantonness may stem its grim starkness
May I bask in painful cynicism
Lulled into darkness by masterful, macabre compositions
Dawn offers me reprieve from my musings, a sinister truth
Non-conforming in its lack of comfort
Brazen, stolid and candid
Though the night be gone
My fondness is lost on you still
