At Evenfall

Hold to the fact
that you will find
ever a patient word
uttered in a cautious mind;
 
Deep though it wends
into the narrow streets
of all we'd imagine
and try never with to sleep.
 
So lovers, they embark
on worlds so dreamed up;
and in their distant laugh
it is cherished in a brimming cup.
 
Yet cups can only hold
what into them is poured
and dreams only matter
when embellished in full accord.
 
What did I envision,
or could I have thought;
love has little meaning
until, like a fish it is caught.
 
The clocks are in agreement
as on the hour they chime;
life has every meaning
and searching is no crime.
 
But finding is another thing,
and if you do, some hope will sing;
for in this chorus a harmonious fact
of what is real and what is lacked.
 
A heart peddles its wares about
as one and all give in to doubt;
whilst love proves it can't be bought,
its gloaming hides beneath our thoughts.
 
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