a brand new ♪song♪

a song cycle—part 2  
 
-i-  
when did your praise  
become a curse  
and all your smiles  
wither and die?  
why now this craze  
to swell and burst,  
as, full of guile,  
you fret and fry?  

-ii-  
when did these claws  
that rip my heart  
replace your hands,  
so gentle once?  
what is the cause  
we fall apart,  
as fickle sands  
of circumstance  
 
-iii-  
a stranger of  
my love has made?  
have all the tears  
we’ve learnt to cry  
not yet enough  
the ransom paid  
for better years  
when we could fly?  
 
-iv-  
where are the days  
we lived for love  
and wrapped the sun  
around our hearts?  
why have always  
and none above  
become outdone  
by baser arts?  
 
-v-  
for every curse,  
a brand new song;  
for every tear,  
a charming smile.  
time to reverse  
the rights gone wrong,  
as all our fears  
we reconcile.  
 
© Copyright 2019 June 15  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫