Thoughts.
Met once in the harbour of need,
she found a soul she believed akin
to her own, lonely and bleeding
for want of love and she felt it begin.
After a while days took on the glow
of feeling alive, blew away mists
from dull disillusion, knowing
he mattered more than his kisses
but distance became a mutual
sore, and as never before tears
began staining her hours, duty
bound, her choice faced freedom.
Distress meant a more trying test,
she found love demands detachment,
then life can re-write itself sensibly
with acceptance of Now for enrapture.
When looked at yesterday-thoughts
brought miserable night-black times,
dreams plied non-action, taught
nothing but how to keep whining,
love held the winning hand yet truth
was labelled by her own longing,
compassionate chores wore duty
reluctantly while life spun sad songs.
Her yesterday thinking was halted
and by destiny\'s capture, aborted.