Not the lord that creates chaos and distraction
wherever they go as they please.
Not the lord of pleasing either. One can
get lost in the soft allure of those promises.
And not the lord of promises who fails
to appear at the appointed meeting place
time and time again with no explanation.
Not the lord of explanation. Look at all
that science has rationally explained
and how close we are to self-destruction.
Certainly not the lord of destruction.
How many more deaths must be added
to the roll of those who once lived joyfully?
Dare I turn down the lord of joy?
With no dance and no song and no smiles
we would wither and pass like unceasing time.
Not the lord of time. The clock hands turn
always around never seeking a simple pause.
Not the lord of the pause. There are too many
buttons pushed at the oddest of moments.
And not the lord of the moment. Although, the moment
when I first saw you, I rejoiced, checked my watch,
and smiled knowing the years that would surround us
as we loved what we pleased and promised never
to leave the other standing alone with no explanation.
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