As sure as night follows day…



From smeltdown in pain’s furnace
it was slammed onto the hardness of adversity’s anvil,
to be shaped by the solidity of learning’s hammer.
And so was forged the intricate key to my pleasure.

Your architect of downfall
studied, extensively, at the school of sorrow
and graduated finally, with distinction,
from the university of survival.

His salt lake of tears skimmed
by the sugared lips of her smile.
Her rising demon emerged radiant
from the chrysalis of his fallen angel.

And all our tears merge
into the same oceanic blueness,
our laughter mirrored by the moon -
the stars – twinkling reminders
that black bows to white.

Die today and live forever,
Venus remains loyal
to those with lion hearts.