Never had he witnessed, nor dreamt so rare
A loveliness in Gemini remade —
Unless it be Narcissus’ crystal fount
Reflecting either’s magic, unrippled spell
While primping for their Cinderella Prom.
Enough that Nature’s spite did cruelly wean
United countenance so unsurpassed
To fuse an aging, slaked and slumbering soul,
But then honed monads to boot their ken,
Enhancing coy, disarming wit and class.
So seductive have they been hotly anvilled
In the smithy of his boyish heart,
He rejoiced in the ambivalence of time’s abyss.
Though Faustus-bent to dare ordain to swing
Swift Chemistry’s wanton clock,
In quiet spirit to love each equally,
He stepped aside to let his double beauties
Flow to the graceful tick of youth.
Perplexing would be love’s pursuit —
Quick sanded in monogamous snares of conscience!
Wherein weary mores says one only.
For this wisdom is he thankful
That Time’s cruel jest did set
Much too early his alarm —
Sparing him dire rent of choice.
There’s beauty in these red and golden leaves
That Nature’s hand complexly weaves
Reminding those depressed there’s wondrous hope
In a dying age unwont to cope.
Aye, life levies exigency —
Captains anchor will to compliancy
While wanton sailors in self-pity drown
Their troubled conscience to pay the crown —
The optimal element within ourselves
That tells us there on the dusty shelves
Of true existence lies the drive
To rectify abuse and thus survive.
So too must he, despite clear reason’s odds
’Gainst love contrived by sporting gods,
Gently net a sinking heart on wing
And nurse its hurt till hopeful spring.
Copyright © 2008 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: Sept 23, 2008.
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