On the Threshold Of Love.

On the threshold of love I had been

with tears that melted in the sadness of what came after

like the wind that drags away with it

all the regrets, the rancour and the acrimony

in its imprudent maelstrom.

Spiraling from the emptiness of the unknown

Thoughts come like melting wax,

ethereal syllogisms that with the naked scream

lacerate the throat and die within.

On the threshold of love I have been

but not now, nothing  can stop,

in denying the passage of time, dilating the hours,

on the path to  the inevitable.

The same flame never burns twice.

Alfred Grech

19-01-2019.