If Ever I Loved You
If ever I loved you, ’twas not in vain.
Love is not wasted, it waxes and wanes.
Sometimes toxic, given in haste-
infected, it dies, soon laid to waste.
Lust, hypnotizing, too often
masquerading as Love did I
the face behind the mask.
If ever I loved you ’twas not in error.
Love’s path strewn with roses, surrounded by terror-
titillation, invigoration, transformation!
One does not find
who fears to seek,
by one too meek
If ever I loved you
in haste, waste or kind,
the mind sees clearly
as the heart remains blind.
Pebbles skipped o’er a lake
sink to the muddy floor,
to rest like moldy bones,
locked behind a door.
The key kept in a sacred place,
the lines of pain etched on my face,
hiding ‘neath the smile I wear-
look closely and you’ll see it there.
When I, so weary I cannot grin,
will go to the lake and peer within
to ponder on
the Wisdom Stones,
to rattle the bones-
my treasure, the measure
of my journey……