October Poems 2024 >> october passions:  was it because i loved my love so much?

A poem for each day of the month in which I was born  
 
October 06  
october passions:  was it because i loved my love so much?  
 
dark night, why do you ink my heart with gloom,  
where light has been my meat by day and night?  
your silences my appetite consume,  
your bread of bitterness in every bite.  
 
nor moon, nor star, nor meteor, nor flash,  
to tease me with one flickering ray of hope;  
nor stone on which my head fate does not bash;  
nor noose that does not hang me with his rope.  
 
was it because i loved my love so much,  
and sang my songs upon her breasts alone:  
or is it that the touch with which i touch  
her soul makes her too much bone of my bones?  
 
and what shall this dark, vacant spot become  
which, once the hub of passion and desire,  
falls into disrepute, a cryptic tomb  
of waning embers, whence once blazed my fire?  
 
october passions are my forest blooms:  
one instant, fragrant on the atmosphere;  
the next, a wind that liberty presumes,  
when whispers paradise, "you're almost there!"  
 
© Copyright 2024 October 06  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫