An elegy of desire

Such is the power of motion/flow - May be a fissure in a volcanic crater, or a stone thrown in a placid lake, whence the ripples travel far and wide- unwittingly, involuntarily. And the unstable equilibrium is once again rendered unstable... Here below...

Desire not, tender heart,

Ye, of baser earth make;

A furtive wish or a forlorn sigh,

Never does a powerful prayer make.

Play not with fire, that threatens to consume,

Recoil! Retreat! Dare not presume;

The remains of the day - a bleak, grey horizon,

Metamorphing into darkness, the spiralling gloom.

Don again that mask, and muffle your cry,

This parched firmament - look not to the sky;

Hope may be a country, but you dear, an outcast-

Extinguish the candle burning, the fire within - let die.