Soup’s getting cold as the blizzard out,
but our talk, warm as foxes in cozy den.
We have an unlikely fellowship,
roses (no thorns), we pretend.
Six sweet years of naivety
that started as love,
speak now to our senses
that us as we are is not enough.
That maybe true life is in pain.
in joy, in grief, and in weakness.
That simplicity we cling to,
leads us to ignorant bliss.
Let’s forgive us for all of this,
and search for what we missed.
(…or maybe, I can’t handle the idea
that life is simple, not complicated,
or rather that we CAN approach
complex life with simplicity)
(…or maybe the pendulum between the extremes
of alluring innocence and the truth of complexity
is wearing on me and my grip
is starting to slip
and I’m falling…)
The first two lines are so beautiful.
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ReplyDeleteWe have an unlikely fellowship,
roses (no thorns), we pretend
A pendulum swings wide and wildly at first but if you can hold on long enough it begins to find a middle ground where both "alluring innocence and the truth of complexity" exist -- hold on!