Pool of Tears
from Woman Hosted by Jay Rose Ana
POOL OF TEARS Sometimes, I wonder, Where love really is? Headlong down a rabbit hole, No wonderland here. A familiar tune, The words unclear, Like a half-remembered song, Half-joy, half-tears, all-fear. Drinking the potion, From a metre to a mile. Does not really matter, When an empty vial. Going through the motions, Search for it still. Like the Cheshire Cat, Just out of reach, Always remaining, over the hill. "You must first find yourself", says the Hatter, "Then let time unfold". “For a story without love, Remains a story untold!” Laughing in the distance, The queen stole the heart. Toying with persistence, Keeping hope and love apart. Reciting to the mock turtle, Withdraws into its shell. Melancholy poetry, As its bids, so long, farewell. So, it is back to the surface. To the dirt and the stone. And a time-watching rabbit, Standing astride of the hole. "It is getting very late", It says, with a disapproving glare. But time goes by slowly, When one cries in despair. Searching, never ending, Looking under everywhere, Down every rabbit hole, Where it leads, who knows where? So, Sometimes, I wonder, Where does love, really live? But love is not something to seek, Love is something to give. (c) Jay Rose Ana
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