Love has
grown ever fonder, broader, wider
Shouting in
agony from the rooftops,
The terror
of life.
Solitary
confinement on a pavement full of people,
Walking by
in a hurry, desperate to finish without thinking what’s at the finish line.
Body
slightly broken, Pain stops mobility,
Horizons seems
further than it’s ever been before,
But the
birds are singing,
The rain is
falling and I can’t help but dance in joy.
For love
has grown ever fonder, broader, wider
Though it
makes the solitary confinement longer, sadder, lonely
And the
agony pronounced
The terror
and wonder of life.
