When you're in love's forge, strike when the iron's hot |
Alloys So simple in Soliloquy The clarity of one Dialogue the soul decrees, … alone is how it's done With drama caused when souls collide When hearts and minds conflict When two hearts line up for the ride, and two minds contradict There's drama in the routine chores We dance through the exchange 'tween two or more, cross lonely shores That seem so out of range Out the grasp of mortal minds Too far for fragile hearts Too much to ask of some, they find Souls sacrificed in parts With 'self' a scarce commodity How much can we spare Such unions, rare oddities So few in which we care So few drawn as examples Templates from which to forge Midst hammers striking anvils, Tongues of fire in the gorge Flames hot in the foundry's mouth Where souls are joined and made With souls devoured North and South From East to West, we're played Trusting that the mettlesmiths, are skilled, deft with their hands Hoping that we'll be left with Something like we planned An alloy fused between two parts An ornament designed To use two souls, two minds, two hearts To somehow better find A trinket stronger, forged anew Annealed by life's flames To hold the things we hold onto To keep from what life claims But each must bring their best to bear Our finest to the fore To give, to take, to keep, to share All this... and so much more Till then we live soliloquies The sanctity of self Gaining sensibilities We prove ourselves on shelves |