For Every Love Denied
I walk tonight and see a rising moon –
And so recall that Luna’s silver light
Lends magic to the lovers’ trystings, as
It casts that shadow that’s a lover’s plight.
The joys of love are celebrated, but
Its sorrows give, to songs of love, their depth.
When love’s accepted, we rejoice – and yet,
At being rejected, some are more adept.
But those, who’ve weathered their romances past,
And so, in many ways, can shield their hearts,
Too often may forget their innocence
Or when they first were pierced by Cupid’s darts.
For every love, sincere, that’s been denied,
For every lover scorned, abandoned, I
Now make lament. The moon that rises, full,
I see reflected in a wistful eye.
For every yearning for fulfillment that
Depended on another’s whim or choice,
I whisper recognition. To that pain
Of unfulfillment, I give plaintive voice.
Let every maid, from grave or ashes, rise,
Who died a spinster, from her love denied.
Let every youth revive, to walk again,
Who yearned and aged – and till his passing pined.
And let those beings walk beneath this moon
And be the lovers they were meant to be –
If only for an hour, in that sweet delight –
And then, fulfilled, forever cease to be…
I walk tonight, beneath a rising moon
And so recall the joy, frustration, pain
Of courtship and rejection. So I mouth
These verses now – that might be mouthed again…
2015 January 10th, Sat.
Brooklyn, New York