What is it, Love?

You turn away…

Clench-jaw, fist-hands,

brow kissed by silky strands

I dare not smooth away.

Your anger sears.

The glint of tears

impales me through.

I am, only for you.

The garden around us

Breathes on, so callous.

Stone Buddha serene,

broods over our scene,

seated on rocks

in mid-pool, and mocks.

Your tears drop.

Ripples spread, shivering

our reflections slivering;

shattered images

cut into wedges,

small smears of colour

in a watery blur.

If it’s me, please tell.

Emerge from your shell,

of silence. That’s cruel.

An unfinished duel,

flash of dead swords

of unspoken words.

Turn to me, Love.

We own a trove,

a rare treasure

of hopes, pleasure

union and trust.

Love on, we must.

Turn to me, Love.

Look in my eyes.

See? No goodbyes,

no anger, no bias

can kill the light

that burns bright

for you, only you.

She turned……

and my soul flew.