On Waning Love
Oh fast-approaching vision of despair,
Radiating an aura of faint hope,
I still discern a hint of what is fair,
But dimly as a star through a weak scope.
I ask redundant questions knowing well,
There are no simple answers I can find,
I quiver at a faintly tolling bell,
Fearing above all else to be unkind.
Sweet dream remembered, such a happy dream,
Simple and pure as a child’s heartfelt kiss,
An evanescent vision it would seem,
Like a quick-fading springtime morning mist.
The child in me rejoices with some glee,
The man weeps for his word and sanity.
From Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems (C) 2011 Victor D. Lopez