Folcum Park

Folcum Park
As 10,000 evenings fell perfectly in place
To remind me still of her lovely face,
Was when I went down to Folcum Park
And tried my best to break my heart.
An autumn change began this fear
And whispered softly in my ear,
That fewer feats can be as grand
As the hatred felt by a clever man.
On a weathered path near a running drain,
By the shallow pond in the pouring rain,
Where a moment lost now came to pass
From the borrowed likeness of the past
Came this bare horizon where colors toyed,
Beyond the darkness of an endless void.
That I knew once crossed there was no return,
From the coldest pulse lay the hottest burn.
But still I railed against this sea
I crossed for you, and I crossed for me.
To orbit life on Saturn’s rings,
On abandoned shores where the gypsies sing
Their songs in measured kilted beats,
That lovers yearn from such deceits.
Still, I remembered from the start
A thousand ways to break my heart
All alone and in the dark
All alone in Folcum Park.
10,000 nights--now all in one
While moss had gathered on the stairway stones.
And every measured labor felt,
Now stripped away my inner self
And forged as one in cold persistence
For love is better at a distance.
Like cold to frost or singe to a burn---
This was the hardest lesson learned.
That eager hearts make lovely meals--
So I cut myself quite a deal.
To bring this forward to an end
From harms no human hand could mend.
And buried it in hallowed grounds
Forever lost and never found.
And wrote them on my bed room walls
Stolen meanings from bathroom stalls
That spoke of losses and past defeats
In foreign tongues on noble feats.
That I had passed from this sole embrace
As I walked away from the human race.
So in Folcum Park I broke my heart,
10,000 times in 10,000 parts