discontent – The BeZine

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” Kahlil Gibran

LOVE UNDER THE SHADOWS

Jamie Dedes

nothing moves, not even the reluctant beat

of your heart, which once danced with mine

and made rough sense of life, now so like

summer noon when all is still, even bees

and your gray eyes that happily feasted

on mine and shared my lamentations

death too grieves at the sorry circumstance

of such fools whose trivial discontents and

untoward presumptions fade into nothing

tears that we embraced the world and the

flesh and neglected the shadows that rode our

backs where angel wings more rightly rest