Ode To A Lark

Ode To A Lark

Or

Brute irredeemable facts of life

As fire darting steeds drawing Helios’ chariot shed light on each new day

The Lark ever watchful through the night sings of prior eve’s misdeeding

Selene will never disclose keeping bosom close the words that lovers say

But the hour of the wolf will hear the sounds of hearts that lie ableeding

With Dawn’s light we never know when love has gone away

Promises spoken in passion’s heat will all be for misleading

 

A child’s imagination unlikely follies when pursued bring down Kings and Gods

Wishful thinking playing ruler’s roles feigned innocence usher blind disaster

A man reflecting younger days in childish eyes knows not the ground he trods

A young girl in her fancied innocent legs flaunted brings trouble that much faster

And the one left behind crushed to dirt is granted no nods

Will be left naked clothed in grief as Daphne in alabaster.

 

Pity the fool leading chariot’s charge with the steeds of life’s unmending

Knowing not the havoc that once unleashed can have no happy parting

He struts and frets upon the stage and conceals life’s truth pretending

Masking facts of complicit acts that were his ‘pon falsehood‘s starting

The coin of realm a dearest one’s faithful love unending

Shattered by a wayward heart’s warm attention imparting

 

What standing man with blooded veins denies young and tempting charms

But what fool would risk the loss of home with station’s true love waiting

And will he who falls in love be not damned for the sake of tender arms

Mistaken in the belief that what he creates could else lead to bitter hating

To take the risk for tender lips that persuasive guile disarms

Believing not the future holds naught but love’s abating

 

And what becomes life left behind wrecked when falsehoods are invented

The building of trust and love’s security faith smashed to minute shards

The mirrors of fidelity yearly based herald bitter ends when not prevented

When morals exit insanity prevails ill comes when his values he discards

No good comes when the three become tormented

No good as sloe-eyed Shiva’s dealing crooked cards

 

Remorse’s not punishment enough for the philanderer who cuts so cruel

Expulsion from heaven and earth on the proof of her loyalty undeserving

She wanders the rooms where he held sway who now in hell does rule

The only crime she did commit was giving her heart’s trust never swerving

Expecting solace she finds her mind an empty pool

Busying her days and nights her sanity preserving

 

And what of the little beast who treated their world as children will with toys

The will o’ the wisp the lives destroyer wreaking havoc then disappearing

After stalking the game that was not fair with charms and lies and ploys

Leaving wreckage behind she goes back to a life of love that’s unendearing

Satisfied with taking men and leaving only boys

Because of an abrasive childhood’s rearing

 

In blackest night he sits alone with no way back to nurtured life once held

Except if he tell the truth and at the same time lie to her that he called friend

He can honestly say that to his shame cleaved like a mighty oak tree felled

But cannot look into those dear blue eyes and say it could not happen again

More than once with his lying eyes tears swelled

Wish Hypnos and Thanatos change now to then

 

And yet and yet in his heart of hearts he feels his facts of life need changing

Memories of the past loves gone astray that with common sense wouldn’t have

Then have turnabout become fair play with each season of lovers rearranging

Who is to say that this brief affair might have been thus denied or couldn’t have

Unplanned evolution indicative of a mind’s deranging

Never pausing to behave in ways he shouldn’t have

 

 

The tale begins with seduction and deceit, ruse and treachery most foul.

Likewise the tragedy that did unfold with characters cast him her and she

unraveling like tapestry as each treacherous infidelity covered by a cowl

Of tears shed separately and sadness spending its grief on bended knee

Each feeling sadness as they unwrap their towel

From baths of silent misery brought on by such as me

 

So let the lesson here be learned foolish swains and those who love them

That simple twists of fate and sharing your heart brings only your undoing

You already hold fragile in your hands love’s secret and the precious gem

And elsewhere seeking other loving eyes can only mean trouble brewing

What you seek is not found under Hussy’s hem

It’s better at home you should do your wooing