In sense of Infinite chance
When all directions of love's spear
Evoked others passionate prance
Spawned hot springs of freelance tears

From another stumbling faux pas
While restless spectres hovered
Through each sleepwalk topaz
Shroud of perpetual discover

When loss is no more
Then superficial events spent
Finding truth in this metaphor
Of companionship for souls meant

To find what was there all along
Smiling a concert of comfort songs

10/12/2011