Multiheight clouds at twilight in Cremona, Lombardy, Italy

           Love Age Myths


             Ice lances, as hard as steel,
             Pierce through your flexible heart,
             And hissing in the silence
             Like whispers of innocence
             You just can but give in to,
             They tear your pale soul away.


             Once there were the heroes
             Who rescued you from woe,
             Once there was their power
             To force back your shrewd foe.
             But time has no scruples
             And all myths fade away.


             The tyrant proves the torture
             As you turn back toward him;
             The music dies inside you
             Like the twilight in the night.
             And love age myths have gone afar—
             Gone away like old Tziganes.



               First published in Freehand (UK)