By now I should have learned
to take matters of the heart
as momentary
but with her I found a peace
Where telling lies hid
in the heart of love
I found you
kissed your hand
To hold your
mysteries was enough
The old men say
all beauty drifts away
Being high, solitary and stern
what could she be but be
I hear that love
is the crooked thing
So I ask forgiveness
as if it is easy
I have with you
in the silence of our days
A word from the wind
for only a time
You labour to be beautiful
and now I pay attention
My task is
Endless
Greg Moglia’s is published in over 390 journals in 10 countries He is a ten-time winner of Allan Ginsberg Poetry Award. He is now a full- time poet writing about the foibles of mid-life dating, the challenge of aging parents, and just published from Cherry Grove Collections – THE LOVER FROM NOWHERE.
