Dusting Empty Shelves What once enchanted me with simple beauties, Now hibernate within; beyond recall, Collecting dust on empty shelves like trinkets, The trophies that remind us of loves fall. My heart no longer feels the subtle burning, Nor does our conscience bear us any woe, For we must come to understand that our existence, Must yield to love like gently falling snow. What once eluded us with pure simplicity, Is conscious now to newly seeing eyes, Entrusted is this fate, and heart, and charity To those who share its dreams; they realise, That a question of a balance must be gratified, So heart and mind combine to rule as one; Our souls of different natures can't be compromised, When the cleaning of our shelves is neatly done. march, 2001 |