What are we love, where have we been
Beyond the scope of origin?
Among those lost and wasted souls
With waning hopes, forgotten goals
Are tragic myths sunk in despair
That flounder on discarded care.
Uneasy is that moment passed
Wherein each tear which could not last
Intrudes upon what others reap,
Impose on we who constant keep
Alive belief that love is spent
One lifetime long with vow content.
False impudence will rise alone
To seek new paths that are not known
Whence lies this foreign dark retreat
In which our passion meets defeat
To conquer both the thought and word
That crying in the cold is heard,
One voice, vibrant as stars that fall,
Demands of us, “ You must stand tall ! “
Claire V. Bogdanos 