In the heat of created passion

A light is broken, pieces of glass

and the night is interrupted by

daybreak and breakups of lovers

 

A light is broken, pieces of glass

every where and no time to see light

daybreak and breakup of lovers

recants stories of promising affection

 

Every where? No time to see light

But darkness cascades in the cusp

recants stories of promising affection

much to the dismay of being in love with love

 

But darkness cascades in the cusp

where light can not break the bow

the dismay of being in love with love

There is sorrow lifting in the night air

 

Where light can not break the bow

of the arrow shot through our hearts

There is sorrow lifting, in the night air

while we hold our breaths for second chances

 

The arrow shot through our hearts

In the heat of created passion

while we hold our breaths for second chances

interrupted by the night

 

FJ original 2016