Does the Sun set on us, or do we set on the Sun?
Like a lover lost in lust, and a harlot having fun.
What truths we know and lies that we learn,
May all be the fairy-tale that we all greatly yearn.
Some time ago I felt a spark, a hope ignite, like signal fires.
With hope and time I prayed it love and dispelled the liars.
"Liars" I called them, as if they were ignorant and jaded.
"Love can happen!" I exclaimed, "It is there I see it!"
Just like that, as it was there, I also watched as it faded.
Fade into the distance of time like the land does before the sea.
I pleaded for answers like I lost my legs, "how could this be!?"
The silence to follow was more than heart breaking.
It was as if a quick hook to the gut and it was breath taking.
Gasping for air like a drowning child in the dead of winter,
I shook with a tremble that would topple concrete buildings.
"Ignorance is bliss" and until I was destroyed by the truth.
I would have never believed such a saying could be true.
I went to set out for the sun and reach with all my strength,
Only to find it's a tragedy of a romantic and a harlot.
Where the lies were told only hinted to the truths at length.
Creating the illusions of the fairy-tale that I earnestly sought.
There was this time that held a spark that in time could be fire.
If only foolishness could be warned and avoided but in this life
There's no way of fore-telling the consequences of a liar,
Because in this tragedy of a romantic meets a harlot.
Neither of the romantic or the harlot saw the end.
In the windy fields of a sunset meadow
The bent grass gave view to silk legs.
A summer time dress waving in the breeze,
But none of that quite captivated the romantic
Like the eyes of an angel, sparkling in the setting light.
Soon they exchanged smiles, silently accepting each other
Causing a chaos so intense that time had stopped.
The harlot ran through the motions of romance
In the way she knew how, the way she knew too well.
"This romantic," she thought, "is different, he had changed her,
Like as if she had been given wings and the wind was at her back."
The romantic saw such acting before, and only gave more effort
Knowing and believing with all his being love will find a way.
Little did they know that life would change that instant.
Something so dear and fragile would not go unchecked in life.
Every week became an uphill battle and soon it became every day.
Harder and harder they fought. They fought each other, fought the world,
Always knowing that together they were stronger, together this could work.
Until distance took them, and then time made it even further.
Soon, lies became truth and the truth became a fairy-tale,
And even as the distance drew them further apart, further from time.
They fought still, and even harder than before, holding on to what was dear.
Each other, the love that they have ignited with the sparkle of her eyes,
And fueled it with the burning desire for each other.
However, even fairy-tales have an end.
As the flame died between them
The now frantic romantic fought
Relentlessly to keep the flame alight.
Only to have all efforts come to nothing
When the harlot reverted back to what she was,
Back to what she knew best, a harlot.
Today the romantic is still frantically
Kindling and fueling a smothered fire.
While the harlot quietly cries inside,
Crying for what was lost in time.
Now the harlot is once again a harlot
But the romantic is now hopeless,
A hopeless romantic still fighting,
Hopelessly praying for his angel to return.
