Lost Love

When something is lost,

Something is.

When everything is lost,

Nothing is.

Sleep being death,

Wake is the resurrection;

Love being myth,

Life is the consolation.

Tiring is the word,

Patience is the way;

Heart acts the sword,

Mind remains gay.

Untangle the tangles,

My love, oh moon;

 I offer broken bangles,

Salty tears and a burst balloon,

As a token of my love,

Lost, as it may be

Still precious, pure as dove

Let it come back to me.

Torturous ol’ hope!

Keep yourself away;

Enough of being a dope,

And going astray.

Understand learn and live

Un-understand, unlearn and kill

All  recorded thoughts, only to dive

Into the void ocean and sail – to say,

When something is lost,

Something is.

When everything is lost,

Nothing is.